But die the scream would not.
"Lahd—"
"Wha' de mattah wit' yo', gal? Why yo' don' let a po' body res'?"
"Tek it arf me, no—?"
"Tek wha' arf yo', gyrl, yo' mus' be crazy. Foolish t'ing! Tek arf yo' top lip!"
"Wahy—look he crawlin' up me legs! Quick, tek 'e arf me!"
"Sahv yo' right. Tell yo' yo' eat too much hole pea soup 'n cawn meal dumplin'! Go 'long an' le' de mule ride up 'n down yo' belly."
"See 'im, dey! Dey he is! A white one—see 'im, Miss Ewin'? A white snake crawlin' up me foots—tek 'e 'way. Quick—o! Miss Ewin', Ah beg yo'! Help mah!"
"Gyrl, get up! Yo' only dreamin'! It ent no snake fo' true—get up. It's mawnin'. An' go down to de stan' pipe 'n bring up de bucket o' hossah yo' lef' out dey las' night—"
"O! Lahd, Oi wuz frighten so—"