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way a little—which will show you how
firmly the deacon’s faith was pinned to
the sleeves of our good minister. One
Sunday a strange clergyman preached in
the old brick meeting house. Mr. Daley
was away somewhere. Perhaps he had
exchanged with the strange minister. I
do not remember how that was. Nor do
I remember—I might as well confess it—
what kind of preaching we had that day.
But this I remember distinctly enough,
that one of the neighbors met Uncle
Miah the next day, and asked him how
he liked the minister they had heard the
day before. ‘‘Can’t tell for certain,”
said Uncle Miah; “ haven’t seen Parson