W’ite blood no wus’n black blood.
Granny
’Tis fer us! ’Tis fer dis house er sorrer. Hit’s bin fieh, hit’s bin death, hit’s bin de crawlin’ stream er hell fer me an’ my fambly as fur as I knows, an’ dat’s a hunderd yeah. But I lets all de yutheh go, ’ca’se I hates um ernuff fer dis one thing—
[She goes to red-covered chest at right, lifts the lid and takes out two half-charred sticks of wood.]
Pearl
Now, Granny, put um back—
Granny
[Waving the sticks.] Deze, w’ut I snatch f’um de fieh undeh Sam. Deze is ernuff to mek us hate all er dat blood an’ keep hit fur f’um us.
Pearl