“Lizzie got her good sense,” Chester answered. “She know w’at she sayin’. An’ she ain’ fraid to tell you, if you wan’ know.”
Acting as spokesman for the assembly, Nat said:
“Be still, evvybody.... Now go ’head, gal, an’ speak yo’ testament.”
Lizzie inquired cautiously:
“But how many settin’ in dis room goin’ be witness Lizzie done right if dey go to put Lizzie in jail?”
“Great-day-in-de-mawnin’!” Nat exclaimed. “You ain’ kilt nobody, is you?”
“I ain’ mean to kill nobody, Unc’ Nat,” she assured him. “All Lizzie wan’ do, is wreck de nasty heroes so dey own fam’ly won’ recanize ’um; da’s all.”
“Gal, stop makin’ riddles, an’ talk plain, for Gawd sake,” Susan said, impatient to learn the scandal. “Who you talkin’ ’bout, any way?”
“Ain’t y’all hyeah’d w’at dey done to Chester las’ Saddy night, w’en he was comin’ home from ole Aun’ Critty Briscoe wake, yonder to my Pa church?”
“Who?... Done w’at?... Tell it.” They prevailed upon her with eager curiosity.