Hush up!
FANNY
Yo’ said yo’d have it right ’way.
ISRAEL
Mamma—ain’ yo’ gwine ter hurry?
LUCY BELLE (in a choking voice)
Yas, yas—Mamma’s gwine right out—
(She is suddenly seized with a spell of dizziness. She sways unsteadily for a moment or two, finally collapses and sinks heavily down on a chair. The children scream and run to her side. She places one hand against the table, grips the back of the chair with the other and manages to hold herself up.)
LUCY BELLE (in weak, disjointed tones)