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~-holdin‘ a ‘vival in dis very town and de MethQU~st church is de best anyhow.‘ Well, I went on and. jined ~e Reverend Lincoln‘s Methodistehureh, but I never felt right ‘bout It. Den us went to Philadelphia and soon ~s I could find a Bap~ tist church dar, I jined up wid lt. ~ ain‘t lak 09r southern chuiches ‘cause de bIa~k and white toikse~ ~i1 be1on~ to de same church dar end goes to ~hurch together. Cri ~at account I still didn‘t feel lak I had ~ined ae church. 3less your sweet life, Honey, when I oo~e back to de South, I was quick as I c:~u1d be to ~1ne up wid a good old southern aptist church. I $ho didntt mean to live outdoors, ‘specia1~ ly atter I dies.“ Georgia‘s eyes sparkled. and her flow of sr~eech was smooth e~ she told. of her re1i~iou$ experiences. ~:~en that subject was exhausted her eyes dirunied again and her speech became less articulate.

	~eorgia‘s reeking pire had been laid aside for the watermelon and n.t long after that w~s consumed the rest~ less black fingers sought occupation sewing gay pieces for a quilt. *Mis$, I warn‘t born to be lazy, I warn‘t raised dat 7.TE~y, end I s‘ho ~1n‘t skeered to die.

	.	“Good—bye, Honey,“ said Georgia,. as the interviewer arose and raade her way toward the street. “Hurry back sr-id don‘t, for~it to fetch‘ nie dat purty pink dress you Is a~ T:;earln‘. I don‘t lak white dresses and I ain‘t never gwine to v7ear a black one nohow.“
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