Pearl
No, Granny Maumee, your eyes they’re scorched and swiveled with the fire. But your arms ain’t burnt, is they? An’ they shall hold the baby! Tain’t often old person live to heft a great-great-gran’baby.
Granny
Befo’ my las’ houah deze eyes shill look an’ see ergin. [She rises.]
Pearl
Wheah you goin’?
Granny
Has you lay out my raid gown?
Pearl
Yes, it’s all on the sofy.