“Sure ’nough; Mis’ Campbell says he’s a-restorin’ fourfold!” “Thar’s the old sinner now,” grumbled Zeb; “talk about good folks and they’re plumb sure to heave into sight.” “Well, what about it? He’s a-drivin’ up!” “Hullo in there! Zeb’lon!” Just within the door but out of the old man’s sight, Aunt Dicey counseled her grandson: “You speak him fair, Zeb’lon, for they say he sure has got religion; but I’ll stand on the porch with the gun whar he can see me good; maybe that’ll keep him from backslidin’ all of a suddent.” They went out together. Zeb said “Mornin’” but his tone was not conciliatory. “I’ve got a mighty pretty year-old colt up to my place; come of first-class Kentucky stock. If you’re a mind to, you can come up and git him, to pay for that thar tame deer I shot. G’long!” Church was “in” when Aunt Dicey and Zeb drove up, and before they had alighted and found a place to hitch among the two score beasts of draught or burden that were disposed in the surrounding woods, church was “out.” But the congregation didn’t disperse; they stood about in groups discussing the wonderful events of the past week. Preacher Carr came and stood in the doorway: “Give me that old-time religion,” he sang out lustily, and his people joined joyously in the refrain. Arsula Garrett always led the singing and she followed him with: “It was good for the Hebrew children,” and they kept on chanting the efficacy of the “old-time religion” in the case of “the prophet Daniel,” “the good Elijah,” “the psalmist David,” “poor old Noah,” “the patriarch Abr’ham,” and, when they had exhausted Arsula’s list of sacred-history heroes, they sang: “It was good for my old mother,” “It will be good in the time of trouble,” “It will be good when the world’s on fire,” and finally they rounded up the catalogue of human experiences and human apprehensions with: “It will be good when I am dying, It is good enough for me.” But Grover Cleveland wasn’t ready to go home yet and, tugging at Arsula’s skirt, he piped timorously: “It will be good while I’m a-livin,”—probably it was only dislike of the thought of dying that inspired his improvisation, but Arsula and the rest took it up with all their heart: “It will be good while I am living, It is good enough for me.” Transcriber’s Notes pg 72 Changed: an “understanding,” existed betwen to: an “understanding,” existed between