continued:

"Well, maybe you right! Maybe you right, my frien's settin' down by de
do', an' my frien's leanin' 'gins' de choir banisters, an' I ain' gwine
say no mo'. I was lookin' fur you ter come up wid some sort o' wheel,
an' maybe a silver wheel ter match dat watch-chain hangin' out'n yo'
waistcoat-pocket; but maybe you right!

"When a man set still an' say nothin' while de voice is a callin' I
reck'n he knows what he's a-doin'.

"He knows whether de wheels in his pocket is _fitt'n_ fur de gorspil
kyar ur not! An' I say ter you to-day dat ef dat money in yo' pocket
ain't _clean money_, don't you _dare_ ter fetch it up heah!

"Ef you made dat money sneakin' roun' henrooses in de dark o' de
moon--I don't say you is, but _ef_ you is--you set right still in yo'
seat an' don't _dare_ ter offer it ter de Lord, I say!

"Ef you backed yo' wagon inter somebody else's watermillion patch by de
roadside an' loaded up on yo' way ter town 'fo' sunup--I don't say you
is, mind yer, but _ef you is_--set right whar you is, an' do des like
you been doin', 'caze de money you made on dat early mornin' wagon load
ain't fitt'n fur wheels fur de gorspil train!

"An' deze yo'ng men at de winders, I say, ef de wheels in _yo_' pockets
come f'om _matchin' nickels on de roadside, or kyard-playin', or maybe
drivin' home de wrong pig_. (You nee'n't ter laugh. De feller dat
spo'ts de shinies' stovepipe hat of a Sunday sometimes cuts de ears
off'n de shoat he kills of a Sa'day, 'caze de ears got a tell-tale mark
on 'em.) _An', I say, ef you got yo' money dat a-way_, won't you des
move back from de winders, please, an' meck room fur some o' dem
standin' behin' yer dat got good hones' wheels ter pass in!"

This secured the window crowds intact, and now Jordan turned to the
congregation within.

"An' now, dear beloved." He lowered his voice. "For sech as I done
specified, _let us pray_!"

He had raised his hands and was closing his eyes in prayer, when a man
rose in the centre of the church.

"Brer Jordan," he began, laughing with embarrassment. "Ef some o' de
brers ur sisters'll change a dime fur me--"

Jordan opened his eyes and his hands fell.

"Bless de Lord!" he exclaimed, with feeling.

"Bless de Lord, one man done claired 'isse'f! Glory, I say! Come on up,
Brer Smiff, 'n' I'll gi'e you yo' change!"

"Ef--Brer Smiff'll loan _me_ dat nickel?" said a timid voice near the
window.

Smith hesitated, grinning broadly.

"Ef--ef I