Tat. (Looking through window) Dah he go now troo de orchard jes a runnin’!

Bony. Obah de fence!

Tat. An’ no hat on!

Zu. Stop yo’ mouf an’ come out o’ heah, yo’ wussless niggahs! I make yo’ know wha’ yo’ b’longs!

(Takes them out)

Mrs. C. O, Virginia! What an hour for you!

Vir. What an hour for him, mamma!

Mrs. C. Strange child! Not to think of yourself!

Vir. How can I, when he is suffering so?

Mrs. C. My angel daughter!