Be mighty sorry ter leave yo’, Aun’ Becky—!
AUNT REBECCA (with facetious fervor)
Why, chile, w’at yo’ ’spose I done come back ter Wash’nin’ fo’?
LUCY BELLE
I know yo’ gwine ter miss me—an’ I’se gwine ter miss yo’—but it tain’ so far away dat I kain’t git ovah—now an’ den. An’ yo’ kin come ovah an’ see me—!
AUNT REBECCA (shaking her head)
Lawsy, lawsy—dat’s de way. Jes’ as soon as yo’ git ter likin’ somebody—dey up an’ gwine ’way.
LUCY BELLE
It gwine ter be bes’ fo’ bof ob us, Aun’ Becky—!
AUNT REBECCA