go to the circus, nor theater, nor **** shows, nor nowheres.” “Nor church?” “Nor church.” “But _you_ always went to church.” Well, I was gone up again.  I forgot I was the old man's servant.  But next minute I whirled in on a kind of an explanation how a valley was different from a common servant and _had_ to go to church whether he wanted to or not, and set with the family, on account of its being the law.  But I didn't do it pretty good, and when I got done I see she warn't satisfied.  She says: “Honest injun, now, hain't you been telling me a lot of lies?” “Honest injun,” says I. “None of it at all?” “None of it at all.  Not a lie in it,” says I. “Lay your hand on this book and say it.” I see it warn't nothing but a dictionary, so I laid my hand on it and said it.  So then she looked a little better satisfied, and says: “Well, then, I'll believe some of it; but I hope to gracious if I'll believe the rest.” “What is it you won't believe, Joe?” says Mary Jane, stepping in