Granny
[Pointing to the baby.] Hit wants out. Take it out an’ come yer.
[Sapphie obeys, going through doorway at left. Granny suddenly turns to the flower-basin mounted on a tripod. Seizing it she empties both flowers and earth in the fireplace, where she refills the basin with live coals. Then bringing it forward she replaces it upon its tripod.]
Pearl
Granny Maumee, you’re slippin’ backwuds, please don’t fuss with that conju’n foolishness, they ain’t nuthin’ into hit an’ hit des keeps you ’cited.
Granny
Debbils calls out debbils.
[She goes to several places where upon the walls are hung bunches of dried herbs. From several of these she seizes handfuls.]
Come, my seedin’ Jimson, come, ole Rattlesnake-Marsteh, come, my Black-Ball, w’ut Pap Jack han’ me up.