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Chapter 22
«AreyouhappyintheLord?»
«Prettyhappy,"saidMa.
«Areyousaved?»
«Ibeensaved.»Ma’sfacewasclosedandwaiting.
«Well,I’mglad,"Lisbethsaid.«Thesinnersisawfulstrongaroun’here.Youcometoanawfulplace.They’swicketnessallaroundabout.Wicketpeople,wicketgoin’s-onthatalamb’-bloodChristianjes’can’thardlystan’.They’ssinnersallaroundus.»
Macoloredalittle,andshuthermouthtightly.«Seemstomethey’snicepeoplehere,"shesaidshortly.
Mrs.Sandry’seyesstared.«Nice!»shecried.«Youthinkthey’renicewhenthey’sdancin’an’huggin’?Itellya,yaeternalsoulain’tgotachancetinthisherecamp.Wentouttoameetin’inWeedpatchlas’night.Knowwhatthepreachersays?Hesays,’They’swicketnessinthatcamp.’Hesays,’Thepooristryin’toberich.’Hesays,’They’sdancin’an’huggin’whentheyshouldbewailin’an’moanin’insin.’That’swhathesays.’Ever’bodythatain’thereisablacksinner,’hesays.Itellyouitmadeapersonfeelpurtygoodtohear’im.An’weknowedwewassafe.Weain’tdanced.»
Ma’sfacewasred.ShestoodupslowlyandfacedMrs.Sandry.«Git!»shesaid.«Gitoutnow,’foreIgittobeasinnera-tellin’youwheretogo.Gittoyourwailin’an’moanin’.»
Mrs.Sandry’smouthdroppedopen.Shesteppedback.Andthenshebecamefierce.«IthoughtyouwasChristians.»
«Soweare,"Masaid.
«No,youain’t.
