FRANK.
Aw, shut up, you all jus’ whoopin’ and hollerin’ for nothin’. Tryin’ to bully the game. (FRANK and LIGE rise and shake hands grandly.)
LIGE.
Mr. Hoover, you sho is a noble president. We done stuck these niggers full of cobs. They done got scared to play us.
LIGE (?) Scared to play you? Get back down to this table, let me spread my mess.
LOUNGER.
Yonder comes Elder Simms. You all better squat that rabbit. They’ll be having you all up in the church for playin’ cards.
(FRANK grabs up the cards and puts them in his pocket quickly. Everybody picks up the money and looks unconcerned as the preacher enters. Enter ELDER SIMMS with his two prim-looking little children by the hand.)
ELDER SIMMS.
How do, children. Right warm for this time in November, ain’t it?
VOICE.
Yes sir, Reverend, sho is. How’s Sister Simms?
SIMMS.
She’s feelin’ kinda po’ly today. (Goes on in store with his children)
VOICE.
(Whispering loudly) Don’t see how that great big ole powerful woman could be sick. Look like she could go bear huntin’ with her fist.
ANOTHER VOICE.
She look jus’ as good as you-all’s Baptist pastor’s wife. Pshaw, you ain’t seen no big woman, nohow, man. I seen one once so big she went to whip her little boy and he run up under her belly and hid six months ’fore she could find him.