I reckon so.
LIZZIE
Tell her I wan’ ter see her.
(Aunt Rebecca hesitates for a moment, then shuffles over toward the door on the left, and goes out. Lizzie swaggers about the room, examining various objects with an expression of sardonic contempt. Presently Lucy Belle enters, Left—falteringly.)
LIZZIE (pausing, hunching herself down on one hip, and gazing at Lucy Belle with an expression of sneering venom)
’Lo Luce!
LUCY BELLE
W’at yo’ wan’—?
LIZZIE (with an explosive, sardonic laugh)
Listen ter yo’—!