No, no! Hones’ ter Gawd!
POLICEMAN
Say—where d’yuh get that stuff? Don’t yuh think I got ears? (Goes to the door, Left.) Who’s in here?
LUCY BELLE
Jes’ mah chillen.
(He goes out, Left. She stands watching him. In a moment he re-enters.)
POLICEMAN (studying her with an ugly, menacing look)
I’ve a good mind to lock you up anyway.
LUCY BELLE (with a beseeching wail)
Oh—, oh, please sir,—I ain’ done nuffin’!