LUCY BELLE
Soun’ like de do’ shettin’.
AUNT REBECCA
Sho’ don’ see nobody.
LUCY BELLE (glancing at the clock on the cupboard. The hands point to half-past one)
Um! Got ter hussle.
AUNT REBECCA
Wukkin’ dis afternoon?
LUCY BELLE (nodding)
Lot-a ironin’ ter do. Got ter git some dinnah fust, dough.