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Chapter 5
"Myshell’snotthathard,child.I’mjustaBaptist."
"Don’tyouallbelieveinfoot-washing?"
"Wedo.Athomeinthebathtub."
"Butwecan’thavecommunionwithyouall—"
Apparentlydecidingthatitwaseasiertodefineprimitivebaptistrythanclosedcommunion,MissMaudiesaid:"Foot-washersbelieveanythingthat’spleasureisasin.Didyouknowsomeof‘emcameoutofthewoodsoneSaturdayandpassedbythisplaceandtoldmemeandmyflowersweregoingtohell?"
"Yourflowers,too?"
"Yesma’am.They’dburnrightwithme.TheythoughtIspenttoomuchtimeinGod’soutdoorsandnotenoughtimeinsidethehousereadingtheBible."
MyconfidenceinpulpitGospellessenedatthevisionofMissMaudiestewingforeverinvariousProtestanthells.Trueenough,shehadanacidtongueinherhead,andshedidnotgoabouttheneighborhooddoinggood,asdidMissStephanieCrawford.ButwhilenoonewithagrainofsensetrustedMissStephanie,JemandIhadconsiderablefaithinMissMaudie.Shehadnevertoldonus,hadneverplayedcat-and-mousewithus,shewasnotatallinterestedinourprivatelives.Shewasourfriend.Howsoreasonableacreaturecouldliveinperilofeverlastingtormentwasincomprehensible.
"Thatain’tright,MissMaudie.You’rethebestladyIknow."
