Then he looked directly at her. “Does you really mean to say, sister, that you ain’t got no time for the Lord? No time at all?” “Reverend,” she said, looking at him with the daring defiance of a threatened child, “I does my best. I really does. Ain’t everybody got to have the same spirit.” And he laughed shortly. “Ain’t but one spirit you got to have—and that’s the spirit of the Lord.” “Well,” she said, “that spirit ain’t got to work in everybody the same, seems to me.”
