“Till e bust de ’oman heart open.
“Boy-chillen brings most o’ de misery dat’s een dis worl’.
“Boy-chillen!”
“Dat’s de Gawd’s truth, Maum Hannah! I know so. I was so crazy ’bout my Lijah, yonder to Fluridy, an’ e run off an’ left me when e wasn’t much higher’n dis same boy-chile.”
“How’s Lijah when you heard las’?” Maum Hannah inquired.
“Fine! Fine as kin be. E sent me a’ answer to say e’s de baddest man at de town whe’ e stay.”
“Dat’s nice. I glad to hear good news f’om Lijah. But e better not be too rash. No. When you write em back tell em I say don’ git so bad e can’ rule hisself.”
Big Sue laughed.
“I’ll sho’ do it. I’m gwine git a letter wrote to him as soon as Uncle Bill has time to come by my house an’ do em.”
Maum Hannah raised her eyes to Big Sue’s face and laughed. “Git de letter wrote to you’ boy, but don’ tarry too long wid de writin’. Gi’ Uncle Bill time to court some, too.”