I think Darry was the only
creature at Magnolia before whom I would have so broken down.
But somehow I felt safe with Darry. The tears cleared away
from my voice after a little; and I went on with my inquiries
again. It was a good chance.
"Uncle Darry, does no one else but you read the Bible?"
He looked dark and troubled. "Missie sees — de folks for most
part got no learnin'. Dey no read, sure."
"Do you read the Bible to them, Darry?"
"Miss Daisy knows, dere aint no great time. Dey's in de field
all day, most days, and dey hab no time for to hear."
"But Sundays? —" I said.
"Do try," — he said, looking graver yet. "Me do 'tempt
su'thin'. But missie knows, de Sabbat' be de only day de
people hab, and dey tink mostly of oder tings."
"And there is no church for you all to go to?"
"No, missis; no church."
There was a sad tone in this answer. I did not know how to go
on. I turned to something else.
"Uncle Darry, I don't think your home looks very comfortable."
Darry almost laughed at that.
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