SISTER TAYLOR.
Oh, they been puttin’out the brags ever since Sat’day night ’bout whut they gointer do to Jim. They thinks they runs this town. They tell me Rev. CHILDERS preached a sermon on it yistiddy.
SISTER THOMAS.
Lawd help us! He can’t preach an’ he look like 10 cents worth of have-mercy let lone gittin’up dere tryin’to throw slams at us. Now all Elder Simms done wuz to explain to us our rights … whut you think ’bout Joe Clarke runnin’round here takin’up for these ole Baptist niggers?
SISTER TAYLOR.
De puzzle-gut rascal … we oughter have him up in conference an’ put him out de Methdis’ faith. He don’t b’long in there—wanter tun dat boy outa town for nothin’.
SISTER THOMAS.
But we all know how come he so hot to law Jim outa town—hit’s to dig de foundation out from under Elder Simms.
SISTER TAYLOR.
Whut he wants do dat for?
SISTER THOMAS.
’Cause he wants to be a God-know-it-all an’ a God-do-it-all an’ Simms is de onliest one in this town whut will buck up to him.
(Enter SISTER JONES, walking leisurely)
SISTER JONES.
Hello, Hoyt, hello, Lucy.
SISTER TAYLOR.
Goin’to de meetin’?
SISTER JONES.
Done got my clothes on de line an’ I’m bound to be dere.