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Chapter 3
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.
I set down one time back in the woods, and had a long think about it. I says to
myself, if a body can get anything they pray for, why don't Deacon Winn get back
the money he lost on pork? Why can't the widow get back her silver snuffbox that
was stole? Why can't Miss Watson fat up? No, says I to my self, there ain't
nothing in it. I went and told the widow about it, and she said the thing a body
could get by praying for it was "spiritual gifts." This was too many for me, but she
told me what she meant -- I must help other people, and do everything I could for
other people, and look out for them all the time, and never think about myself.
This was including Miss Watson, as I took it. I went out in the woods and turned it
over in my mind a long time, but I couldn't see no advantage about it -- except for
the other people; so at last I reckoned I wouldn't worry about it any more, but just
let it go. Sometimes the widow would take me one side and talk about
Providence in a way to make a body's mouth water; but maybe next day Miss
Watson would take hold and knock it all down again. I judged I could see that
there was two Providences, and a poor chap would stand considerable show with
the widow's Providence, but if Miss Watson's got him there warn't no help for him
any more. I thought it all out, and reckoned I would belong to the widow's if he