I’ll git her mahse’f—an’ ef I don’, Sam will. (Fiercely.) Some night I ketch her alone an’ knock her haid off! ’Deed, I’se gwine ter clean up fo’ her right!
AUNT REBECCA
Low down yallaw wench!
LUCY BELLE (with a little wail of despair)
Now, right ’way, she got ter come mixin’ in agin. (Fiercely.) I done took all I’se gwine ter off her! (Moving about agitatedly.) ’Deed, I is! W’at she anaway? Stuck up kase she got straight hair. Nevah done a lick-a wuk in her life.
AUNT REBECCA
Hush, honey! Ain’ no use ter git all wukked up!
LUCY BELLE (with an hysterical laugh)
Ha! Ha! She think she kin keep Sam ’way from me! I like ter see her! I like ter see her!
AUNT REBECCA