“Yes, Brer Honeycutt, des as I started, an’ as I wuz comin’ down de road-er, I seed er vision, er vision, er vision!”
“Yes, Lawd! Tell it all, sister! What did you see?”
“An’ I looked back-er, an’ seed it ergin-er.”
“Come on wid it, sister! Tell it all!”
“An’ it had-er long tail-er. Yes, Lawd, an’ dat I did-er!”
“Come on, honey, what wuz it you seed?”
By this time everybody else had quit shouting; Arabella had the floor to herself. Every neck was craned and every ear open to get what she said.
“An’ I look back-er, an’ I seed dat it had er head-er, er head-er, er head-er!”
“What den, chile?”