Come on, you're pulling my leg.

You're driving your chariot to Missouri, sir. You could deliver this child to her kin folk.

Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a chariot, Reverend.

- I'll write the women a letter tonight. - Hold it, hold it.

I have to think upon this, you know, uh...

I mean, I may have to make a few stops along the way.

I never travelled with no child before.

- But you're going that way. - The child's got no place to go.

Well...

The eyes of the Lord... Expect I have no choice, do I?

- Hallelujah! - God works in mysterious ways.

Don't he now?

Come on, Addie. Better get your things together.

This nice man's going to take you to your aunt.

(ENGINE HUMMING, BACKFIRING)

- How come you're taking me? - Huh?

How come you're taking me?

Because I'm going that way, honey.

Although, I do want to make just one stop before we leave town.

Got a little business to take care of.