H’yo’, Sam?
SAM (harshly—glowering at her)
W’at yo’ wan’?
LIZZIE (unctuously)
I draps ’roun’ dis way—now an’ den—ter see ole frien’s.
SAM (laying his pipe on the table and rising)
Yo’ does, does yo’?
LIZZIE
Jes’ see yo’ gittin’ off a car down on Four-an’-a ha’f Street. (She waits a moment or two for him to speak, but he doesn’t offer to proceed with the conversation.) How is yo’?
SAM