Lafitte, a play in prologue and four acts

by Lucile Rutland; Lucie Levéque Ayres

LIZ. Ne mine ’bout dat. Lizbette got frens. Yo hole yo mouf shut ’bout me, dass all. I wan t’ see yo.

BAP. Lordy! Dey shorely’ll come bad luck to me fo’ dis night.

LIZ. De folks all dancin’ de gran’ quadrille now. Who dat gwine see yo?

BAP. (submissively.) Yes ma’am.

LIZ. Is yo see dat young leddy wat come to de hotel dat day wid de nuns?

BAP. Lordy, Aun Lizbette, how yo know dat?

LIZ. Ne mine. Is yo see her?

BAP. Norm, I—

LIZ. (severely.) Pay ’tention wat you say.