The Missing Dime

"Bruddreu au sistahs, " began old Parsou Woolby severely at the close oí the collection taking, "befo' Doacon j Slewfoot started to purse de hat I done distructed him topay special 'tention to vv'ut each pusson put in, b'kase some ob dem triflin young brudders hab been thinkin dey was actin coruical in flingin brass pool chips into de hat. I dess 'lowed to ketch 'era an make 'ezn redeem dat brass. "Accohdin, Brndder Slewfoot done follered my 'structions an watcbed do hat like a hawk all de time an took 'tickler notice how much was flung in. An now he specifies dat de contents am one dime short ob w'at it oughter be. Nee'n uone ob yo' look at Brudder Slewfoot datter way, b'kase I done watched him all de time. Now, de question is, bruddren an sistahs, who put dat missin dime in? I don't like to s'picion nobody, but somebody in dis congregation am 'sponsible, an I wants to know