WELL, I got a good going-over in the morning from old Miss Watson on
account of my clothes; but the widow she didn't scold, but only cleaned
off the grease and clay, and looked so sorry that I thought I would
behave awhile if I could. Then Miss Watson she took me in the closet and
prayed, but nothing come of it. She told me to pray every day, and
whatever I asked for I would get it. But it warn't so. I tried it. Once
I got a fish-line, but no hooks. It warn't any good to me without hooks.
I tried for the hooks three or four times, but somehow I couldn't make
it work. By and by, one day, I asked Miss Watson to try for me, but she
said I was a fool. She never told me why, and I couldn't make it out no way.
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