Ef you was still en de faith, an' ask
anythin', you goin' ter git it."
"Why don't you ask fer er million dollars; what you hoein' out dah en de
sun fer, when all you got ter do is ter ask de Lord fer money?"
"Dat ain't de question, dat ain't hit. You dodgin' now!"
"No, I ain't dodgin'--"
"Yes, you is. De Lord don't sen' ter people what dey axes fer deyse'ves.
He only sen' blessin's. Ef I ax fer er million er money, hit 'u'd be
'cause I'd natch'ly want ter quit work, an' dat's erg'in' his law. By de
sweat er de brow de Book says, dat's how hit's got ter come ef hit come
lawful."
"Well, why don't you git rain, then? Hyah's Mr. Ed'ards waitin' an'
waitin' fer rain, payin' you ter hoe, an' one good rain 'd do more fer
him 'n all the hoein' in the worl'."
"I didn't say I could fetch rain, Unc' Henry, I didn't say hit!"
"What did you say then?"
"I said, ef I had faith."
"You b'lieve ef you had faith you could fetch er rain?"
"Yes, I do!"
"Well, ain't dat faith? Ef you b'lieve hit, hit's faith. Trouble is, you
don't b'lieve hit yo'se'f.
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