That was the question which every one asked, but there were none found who could answer it. The circumstance was all the more astounding from the fact that this unsuccessful mourner had not been a very wicked girl. Indeed, it was to have been expected that she might shake her sins from her shoulders as she would discard a mantle, and step over on the Lord’s side. But it was not so. But when a third night came and passed with the same result, it became the talk of three plantations. To be sure, cases were not lacking where people had “mourned” a week, two weeks, or even a month; but they were woful sinners and those were times of less spiritual interest; but under circumstances so favourable as were now presented, that one could long refrain from “gittin’ religion” was the wonder of all. So, after the third night, everybody wondered and talked, and not a few began to lean to Phiny’s explanation, that “de ole snek in de grass had be’n a-goin’ on doin’ all her dev’ment on de sly, so’s _people_ wouldn’t know it; but de _Lawd_ he did, an’ he payin’ her up fu’ it now.” Sam Merritt alone did not talk, and seemed perfectly indifferent to all that was said; when he was in Phiny’s company and she rallied him about the actions of his “gal,” he remained silent. On the fourth night of Anner ’Lizer’s mourning, the congregation gathered as usual at the church. For the first half-hour all went on as usual, and the fact that Anner ’Lizer was absent caused no remark, for every one thought she would come in later. But time passed and she did not come. “Eldah Johnsing’s” flock became agitated. Of course there were other mourners, but the one particular one was absent; hence the dissatisfaction. Every head in the house was turned toward the door, whenever it was opened by some late comer; and around flew the whisper, “I wunner ef she’s quit mou’nin’; you ain’t heerd of her gittin’ ’ligion, have you?” No one had. Meanwhile the object of their solicitude was praying just the same, but in a far different place. Grasping, as she was, at everything that seemed to give her promise of relief, somehow Uncle Eben’s words had had a deep effect upon her. So, when night fell and her work was over, she had gone up into the woods to pray. She had prayed long without success, and now she was crying aloud from the very fulness of her heart, “O Lawd, sen’ de light—sen’ de light!” Suddenly, as if in answer to her prayer, a light appeared before her some distance away.