"
"I s'pose not," said Maria, — "wid Miss Daisy's name on it."
"Who will come, Maria?"
"Laws, chile, dere's heaps. Dere's Darry, and Pete — Pete, he
say de meetin' de oder night war 'bout de best meetin' he eber
'tended; he wouldn't miss it for not'ing in de world; he's
sure; and dere's ole 'Lize; and de two Jems — no, dere's _tree_
Jems dat is ser'ous; and Stark, and Carl and Sharlim —"
"_Sharlim?_" said I, not knowing that this was the Caffir for
Charlemagne.
"Sharlim," Maria repeated. "He don' know much; but he has a
leanin' for de good t'ings. And Darry, he can tell who'll
come. I done forget all de folks' names."
"Why, Maria," I said, "I did not know there were so many
people at Magnolia that cared about the Bible."
"What has 'um to care for, chile, I should like fur to know.
Dere aint much mo' in _dis_ world."
"But I thought there were only very few," I said.
" 'Spose um fifty," said Maria. "Fifty aint much, I reckon,
when dere's all de rest o' de folks what _don't_ care. De Lord's
people is a little people yet, for sure; and de world's a big
place.
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