Ha! Ha! It sartainly do look like Chick—jes’ ’zactly. Wait till I tells Sam. He one-a dem kin’ dat ain’ so partic’lar. He don’ min’ accidents now an’ den. Ha! Ha! (She goes out, Back.)
(Lucy Belle stands staring tragically to the front. Suddenly a look of desperation comes into her face and she dashes out, Back. Presently Aunt Rebecca enters, Back, and looks inquiringly about.)
AUNT REBECCA (calling)
Lucy Belle! Oh, Lucy Belle!
(Fanny runs in, Left.)
FANNY
Mamma gwine ovah ter yo’ house wid de baby.
AUNT REBECCA (nonplussed)
Mah house!
FANNY