Lucy
[Almost beside herself with nervous tension.] You—come to see—ef— [Recovering herself with a mighty effort.] Oh, yes, you come to look oveh de stove an’ see ef you like to buy hit.
Williams
[Musingly.] M-m. Well, I reckon—dat’s hit. Yes, dey tells me y’all has a wahmin’ stove to sell an’ now katydid cease, fros’ ain’ fur off, an’ I needs hit. Is dish yere de one?
Lucy
[Rising and rushing toward door at side.] No, not dat. Hit’s outside—ef you please to step out.
Williams
Well’m, I’ll take’n look her oveh. [She hastily lights a candle as he rises and totters in the wrong direction.]
Lucy