While Wycoff was on his mission and Little Wolf shut up in her room, Sorrel Top hastened to communicate the news to Daddy. "'Tween you and me I'm glad on't," said Daddy, exultingly. I hope he's dead." "Well, now, that's heathenish, Daddy, to wish a feller critter dead." "He wan't no feller critter," said Daddy, indignantly, "he was nothin' but a liquor-seller: the wust kind tu, fur he knowed just what mischief he wus a doing to the human race. Yes, and to the brute race tu, fur I've seen men whallop their hosses nigh about tu death when they was in liquor." "I've seen 'em wallop 'em when they want in liquor," said Sorrel Top, determined as usual to combat Daddy at all hazards. "'Tween you and me, sich men ain't feller critters, nuther, I reckon they'll live next door to liquor sellers, by and by," said Daddy, with self righteous-assurance. "I'd like to know where you expect to go when you die?" said Sorrel Top, with a toss of the head." "Why, I'll go tu that ere place where folks go that du the best they know." "Well, you're lucky if you can say you have always done the best you could," said the other in a tone which clearly indicated a doubt of Daddy's entire veracity. "'Tween you and me, I've been thinking that I might hev been more active in the temperance cause. I guess afore long I'll git up a temperance lectur and go round deliverin' of it." "O, pshaw, you wouldn't git no _ordiance_. Would he Fanny?" said Sorrel Top, appealing to Fanny Green, who had been a silent but not uninterested listener to the conversation. "I guess he would," said Fanny, hopefully, "I would attend." "Of course you would," said Daddy, excitedly, "and the Honey would too." "Well, you couldn't tell me nothing more than I know on that pint," said Sorrel Top, flinging herself out of the room with an air of unqualified contempt. Left alone with Daddy, Fanny ventured to say softly, "Daddy have you ever prayed about it?" "About what, Fanny?" "Why, about people's drinking and selling liquor and those things that you talk about?" "Pray about it? why no. What should I pray about it fur? I never pray about nothing." Fanny looked shocked. "Don't you know the Bible tells us to pray, Daddy?" "Well, I spose it does," Daddy admitted, "but somehow I hev never said my prayers, since I was a little shaver; I reckon it don't do no good fur tu pray, no how. My religion is tu do the best I ken." "But, Daddy, if God tells you to ask for what you want, and you don't do it, is that doing the best you can?" "I ruther guess you've got the best of old Daddy, this ere time," said the old man, stroking the child's sunny locks. "'Tween you and me, Fanny, I don't know nothin' at all about the Bible. My father and mother died afore I was old enough fur tu read, and I was bound tu a man that didn't gin me a big edication, I never seen a Bible in his house," "Then you don't know about Jesus Christ?" said Fanny, quite pitifully