Madison
Um. What he steal?
Lucy
Mush. I tole him not to tech it.
Madison
Well, he was hongry, weren’t he?
Lucy
Dat ain’ de p’int. Tweren’t his till I give it to him.
Madison
[Places the bag carefully by the doorway, throws his hat upon it, then seats himself at the table.] Bring on dat mush. I’m tia’hd of dese fool doin’s. Dey ain’t no git ahead wif um. Ef de boy wants mush let him git mush.