lifted his voice loud in prayer. Tamer Ann, who heard him, thought that he wuz preachin', as he often did.
So she didn't interfere, and she wuz at that very minute mistrustin' she had got a new distemper. She had bumped her knee gittin' down to look under the bed after a dime novel, "The Wild Princess of the Enchanted Forest," and wuz some in hopes that she had got the sinevetus. But pretty soon she smelt a smudge, and she run out and there wuz the valuable book all burnt and shriveled up, and poor little Jack kneelin' there with the tears runnin' down his cheeks in copious astorents and he a moanin' to himself, and groanin' out:
"Oh, the Lord might a done it if He had wanted to!" and "Oh, the lamb didn't come!" and "Oh, He didn't save my book!" And so on and so on.
Well, Tamer Ann didn't take the poor little mourner and seeker after truth to her heart and wipe away his tears and tell him all about it, all she could tell, all any of us can tell, which is little enough, Heaven knows. No, she jest whipped him severely. And when he tried to tell her what he did it for, how the teacher had told him that it wuz so, she told him to stop instantly and to not say another word to her about it, but to go to bed without his supper for his naughtiness. And poor little Jack had to meach off to bed and lay there with his little mind workin' on and workin' on, his hungry stomach makin' his brain all the more active.
Tamer Ann might whip his tongue still, but she couldn't stop his mind from workin'. No, the one that set that machinery to goin' wuz the only one who could stop it. As he had told his Ma once, "You can make me keep my tongue still, but you can't stop my thinker." No, Tamer Ann couldn't whip that still.
