II
"Yo' mahmie inside, Capadosia?" Ella paused before the Dalrimple cabin. Even the mangy brindle pup with his ears sticking sickly up row-rowed hoarsely after the spunky downpour of rain.
"I is talkin' to you, girl!"
And Capadosia, still pricking the chigger fester in her thumb, hollowed, "Mahmie!"
"Don't tu'n yo' back 'pon me, girl, befo' I tell yo' mahmie!" Unruly Capadosia!
"Capadosia, what is it?"
"Miss Heath, heah, mum, she want yo'...."
Skimpy-legged Capadosia, the color of a warm chestnut, freckles dominant on her rude, glazed, hard little face.
"Hey, dese chilrun, Lizzie...."
Ella stepped over to Capadosia's mother. "Hey, I ask de gal if she mahmie home an' Lizzie, yo' know what she tell ma, why de little rapscallion tu'n me she back side an' didn't even say ax yo' pardin."