LUCY BELLE
I—I sol’ ’em.
SAM
Sol’ ’em—!
LUCY BELLE (with a catch in her voice)
I—I was broke dere fo’ a while—an’ I had ter.
SAM (in tones of heartfelt sympathy)
Yo’ po’ kid! (Stroking her hair.) Dat’s all right. We ain’ gwine ter boder nuffin’ ’bout dat. (Studying her face intently.) Yo’ lookin’ mighty thin.
LUCY BELLE
I’se been wukkin’ hard, Sam. ’Tain’t so easy fo’ a gal alone—an’—an’—wid two chillen.