I just looked him over a bit , and then I said calmly , ` The only brother I ever had , MR. Fiske , was buried fifteen years ago , and I have n't adopted any since . As for being a Christian , I was that , I hope and believe , when you were crawling about the floor in petticoats . ' THAT squelched him , believe ME . Mind you , Anne dearie , I 'm not down on all evangelists . We 've had some real fine , earnest men , who did a lot of good and made the old sinners squirm . But this Fiske-man was n't one of them . I had a good laugh all to myself one evening . Fiske had asked all who were Christians to stand up . I did n't , believe me ! I never had any use for that sort of thing . But most of them did , and then he asked all who wanted to be Christians to stand up . Nobody stirred for a spell , so Fiske started up a hymn at the top of his voice . Just in front of me poor little Ikey Baker was sitting in the Millison pew . He was a home boy , ten years old , and Millison just about worked him to death . The poor little creature was always so tired he fell asleep right off whenever he went to church or anywhere he could sit still for a few minutes . He 'd been sleeping all through the meeting , and I was thankful to see the poor child getting a rest , believe ME . Well , when Fiske 's voice went soaring skyward and the rest joined in , poor Ikey wakened with a start . He thought it was just an ordinary singing and that everybody ought to stand up , so he scrambled to his feet mighty quick , knowing he 'd get a combing down from Maria Millison for sleeping in meeting . Fiske saw him , stopped and shouted , ` Another soul saved ! Glory Hallelujah ! '
And there was poor , frightened Ikey , only half awake and yawning , never thinking about his soul XXXXX all .
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