LUCY BELLE
Mistah Pocher—!
POCHER (turning and speaking in fierce tones as he reaches the door)
Hush yo’ talk! Done made up mah min’ ter leave dis place! Nuffin’ gwine ter stop me!
LUCY BELLE (pulling herself together and speaking in resigned tones)
Ef—ef yo’ feels dat way ’bout it—I reckon dey ain’ no use.
POCHER
I sen’ mah nephew—Joe Davis—’roun’ fo’ mah organ.
LUCY BELLE
All right.