LUCY BELLE
I know, Sam-boy—I knows yo’ does!
SAM (sits in a nearby chair and pulls her over on his knee)
Tain’ gwine ter be dis way long.
LUCY BELLE (with a little cry of joy)
Gee, w’en yo’ comes home like dis—an’ s’prise’s me—
SAM (laughing)
Make yo’ feel good—?
LUCY BELLE Oh, Gawd—! (Strokes his hair fondly. Someone passes down the alley. She gives a start.)