“Yes, yes, go on, let’s see de res’.” Those on the inside of the circle were looking hard at Jabez.
“Now, dat’s one ’possum,” he repeated.
“Yes, yes, co’se it is.” There was breathless expectancy.
“Well, dat’s all dey is.”
“I SEE ’POSSUM GREASE ON YO’ MOUF.”
The statement fell like a thunder-clap. No one found voice till the Reverend Isaiah Johnson broke in with, “Wha’, what dat you say, Jabez Holly?”
“I say dat’s all de ’possum dey is, dat’s what I say.”
“Whah’s dem othah ’possums, huh! whah’s de res’?”