“E looks awful old, Uncle.”
“Julia ain’ no more’n ten.”
“How come e front knees is so bent over if e ain’ old?”
“Bent over? Julia’s got to bend e knees to walk, enty?”
“Well do, fo’ Gawd’s sake, lick em an’ make em walk a li’l’ faster. We wouldn’t git home befo’ to-morrow if you don’t. Lawd, I’m sorry Lula’s dead.”
“Me too, Big Sue. Now Lula was a mule fo’ true. Lula was de finest mule ever was on Blue Brook. Julia ain’ got no time wid em. Lula had sense like people. I miss em too bad. I ruther de boll-evils had eat up all de cotton on de plantation dan to ’a’ had Lula pizened. I told April to don’ fetch dat pizen to de place. I knowed somet’ing bad was gwine happen soon as he done it. But April is a headstrong man. Nobody can’ change him when he gits his mind made up.”
“April tries to be big doins’ like de buckra, enty?”
“No, gal, not like de buckra. April’s done passed by de buckra! April aims to do like Gawd now!”
“Shut you’ mouth, Uncle! You’s a case!” Big Sue roared with laughter.
“April better quit pizenin’ all dem bugs Gawd put in de cotton!” Uncle contended.