After the sermon, Sunday morning, Peggy-Sue approaches Tallulah.
“Why Tallulah, how nice to see you on this fine morning the Lord has giveth us. Did you enjoy Pastor Brian’s sermon?”
“Morning Miss Peggy-Sue. Why, golly, I always enjoy Pastor Brian’s sermon. He truly is the Lord’s messenger.”
“Indeed. I simply can’t wait for next Sunday’s sermon on relationships and the sin of lust.”
“Oh, will, I suppose I’ll be helpin’ out Miss Hilda with the little ones in Sunday school that week.”
“Why’s that? I though you of all people would want to listen to listen mighty close.”
“Peggy-Sue, you’re so funny. I ain’t got nobody courtin’ me. There’s no need to worry. ‘Sides, my Daddy’d scare them off with his rifle.”
“Really? Well, there’s no sin worse than lusting than lying about it. Moses couldn’t have said it better; thou shalt not lie.”
“I beg your pardon. I don’t understand what you’re talking about. I reckon you got me confused with someone else. Maybe the Miller girls? You know how those floozies go a chasin’ the boys in the yard at recess. Gets Miss Ingalls all fired up.”
“Not unless they’re the ones writin’ Bobby Cate’s name in your notebook.”
“Peggy Sue!”
“Now don’t you be playing all innocent on me. You may be trickin’ everyone, but you ain’t pullin’ the wool over my eyes! I saw you myself, writing Bobby’s name when you should have been listening to the words of Pastor Brian.”
“Why, Peggy-Sue, I’m so angry I could shake you!”
“No you ain’t. Not unless you want everyone in Tyndale Downs to hear your secret.”
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