Tilly—All right (she goes and takes Corabell to seat).
Mrs. Hill—My, my, aint she the cute little thing?
Mrs. Skaggs—Aint she though? Billy, can’t you speak like that little girl?
Billy—No, no (clings to his mother).
Virgil—Teacher, can’t Mis’ Hill speak her piece now?
The Others—Oh, yes, ma’am, yes, ma’am!
Mrs. Hill—My, my, me! It’s so long sence I’ve spoke I guess I’ve forgot how. Wal, I’ll try, but don’t you laugh at me (goes to front, makes sweeping gesture with both hands and bows low).
Some folks there be, but they aint like me,
That whines an’ almost has a fit,
An’ pouts if Santy don’t bring jes’ what