“I glad you got a li’l’ boy-chile fo’ raise. I too love boy-chillen myself, even if dey does bring most of de trouble what’s een dis world. My old mammy used to say ev’y boy-chile ought to be killed soon as it’s born.”
“I ruther have boy-chillen dan gal-chillen,” Big Sue said. “But I know good and well boy-chillen does bring most o’ de misery dat’s een dis world.”
Maum Hannah nodded sorrowfully, as if she weighed Big Sue’s words, then she spoke slowly:
“I dunno how come mek so.
“Gawd mus’ be makes boy-chillen and trouble, all two, one time.
“Eby ’oman hab joy when e buth one.
“Eby gal hab joy when e love one.
“Dey ain’ see misery hide behime joy.
“Till de misery grow.
“Grow big till e choke de joy!