Lafitte, a play in prologue and four acts

by Lucile Rutland; Lucie Levéque Ayres

LIZ. (contemptuously.) Yo skeert. Yo know sperrits need ’sistance z’well ez people.

BAP. Lordy!

LIZ. Ee’s in de bricks dar, bodaciously confined, en das wy ee callin’. Ee’s cole; likely got de ague.

BAP. Lordy!

LIZ. Might be a little hot red pepper tea ud ease ’im immejite.

BAP. But I cyarn get a cup o tea troo dat dar solid brick on iron. Dey ain no place dar whar ee could be.

LIZ. (stolidly.) Dey’s a place. Gimme a long straw. (Baptiste gets one from a broom; Lizbette makes passes over the wall with her eyes shut and her body swaying; finally in sliding her hand over the wall, stops with her finger on a spot; opens her eyes and inserts the straw.) Yo see dat? (throwing the straw.) Am it broke? (pulls out the straw unbroken.)

BAP. Lordy!

LIZ. Tell me dey ain no place dar.

BAP. But cyarn get a cup o tea troo dat pin-point of a hole.