Israel, son—hush! Yo’ yere me—? Mamma’s gwine ter be all right. Fanny! Git me glass-a watah. (The girl hesitates.) Go on! Quick!
(Fanny runs off, Left.)
ISRAEL (crying)
Mamma! Yo’—yo’ gwine ter die?
LUCY BELLE
No, no! Hush up!
(He clings to her sobbingly. Fanny enters, Left, with the glass of water and hurries to her mother’s side.)
LUCY BELLE (to Israel)
Son! Mamma gwine ter beat yo’ ef yo’ don’ stop!
FANNY