Den she boun’ ter tell Sam—an’ lie an’ blackguard on me wuss den evah—! Don’ yo’ see—? (Twining and intertwining her fingers and staring into space with a distraught expression.) I don’ know w’at ter do!
(The children suddenly give vent to shouts and can be heard romping wildly in the room, off Left.)
LUCY BELLE (rising)
Listen ter dem chillen—! (Moving toward, Left.) ’Scuse me while I puts dem ter bed.
(Aunt Rebecca sits in a brown study.)
AUNT REBECCA (as Lucy Belle nears the door, Left)
Lucy Belle—!
LUCY BELLE (pausing)
Yas.
AUNT REBECCA