POCHER
Salt on de do’step draw ’em like syrup do flies.
LUCY BELLE
I know, I know—
POCHER (shuffling over to the door, Right)
Ain’ gwine ter put up wid it no longer!
LUCY BELLE
I’se gwine ter do mah bes’ ter stop ’em.
POCHER (vehemently)
Ain’ gwine ter put up wid it no longer! (He goes out, Right.)