W’ite—black.
[Then turning to the bed she stares again at the child. After a moment she straightens and reaching her hands upward she gives a cry.]
W’ite! Debbils!
[Sapphie and Pearl appear in doorway. Granny bends over the child with clawlike fingers raised as though she were about to strangle it. Sapphie darts forward and snatches the child. Granny turns and looks at Sapphie and Pearl in turn.]
Pearl
She sees!
Sapphie
Granny Maumee, the babe’ll be ouah’n an’ we can raise him right. He’s a good baby and don’t cry none. I don’t want live’n town. I want to live here with you and Puhl. Baby’ll love you. And we won’t be no trouble to keep ’caze I got money. Look—take this.
[She draws from her bosom a crumpled handful of bills which she stuffs into Granny’s hands.]
Granny