Zu. (Jumping at the word ‘buried’) Sho’ now, can’t Zurie hab de toothache wheneber she please, missus?
Allie. Toothache? O, I ’m sorry, Mum Zurie.
Zu. Mars Edgah he ’s a mighty fine young man! Yo’ won’t see no sech grow up roun’ heah!
Allie. But what a pity he is n’t rich!
Zu. Rich? Wha’ fo’ Mars Edgah want to be rich? All he got to do is jes scribble, scribble on a piece o’ papah, an’ de gol’ come rollin’ down de chimney! Rich! Yo’ better say yo’ prayers yo’ get a Mars Edgah too!
Allie. I ’ll get you to pray for me, Mum Zurie.
(Runs away laughing)
Zu. Wha’ fo’ now she say I look lak Miss Babylam’ gwine ter be buried? O, de good Lawd hep ol’ Zurie!
(Goes in. Enter Poe, left. He is moody and disturbed)
Poe. I feel it—a wind from out that solitude. It calls me back ... it calls me back....