“‘S-s-s Brother Hutson,’ I said, ‘looks like we’re fighting a losing battle, a losing battle.’”
“I said, ‘S-s-s it doesn’t matter to ’em one bit. We can educate ‘em till we’re blue in the face,”
“we can try till we drop to make Christians out of ’em, but there’s no lady safe in her bed these nights.’”
He said to me, ‘Mrs. Farrow, I don’t know what we’re coming to down here.S-s-s I told him that was certainly a fact.
Mrs. Merriweather nodded wisely. Her voice soared over the clink of coffee cups and the soft bovine sounds of the ladies munching their dainties.
“Gertrude,” she said, “I tell you there are some good but misguided people in this town. Good, but misguided.”
“Folks in this town who think they’re doing right, I mean.”
Now far be it from me to say who, but some of ‘em in this town thought they were doing the right thing a while back,
but all they did was stir ’em up. That’s all they did.
Might’ve looked like the right thing to do at the time, I’m sure I don’t know, I’m not read in that field,
but sulky… dissatisfied… I tell you if my Sophy’d kept it up another day I’d have let her go.
It’s never entered that wool of hers that the only reason I keep her is because this depression’s on
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