Gwine ter take de baby ovah ter yo’ Aun’ Becky’s. Git right back ter bed. Go ’long!
(Fanny goes out, Left, closing the door after her. Lucy Belle starts again toward the door, Back. Lizzie steps abruptly out from the closet.)
LIZZIE (with a sardonic leer)
So dat’s yo’ baby, is it?
LUCY BELLE (halting with a startled cry)
Oh! Oh, mah Gawd!
LIZZIE
I knowed I’d git yo’! Pretendin’ ter be such a lil’ angel! Ha! Ha! Been up ter all kin’-a tricks, ain’ yo’?
LUCY BELLE
Git out-a yere!