It is a damp, chilly mornin about three weeks later, when Lizzie's visitor returns to hear her sing old time songs. June, Bertha Lee, and Alfred are playing in the street before the little house.
Visitor—Is Aun' Lizzie at home?
June, Alfred, Bertha Lee—Yes'um, she in dere. She in de house.
Visitor—You children better mind how you run about in all this damp weather, it might make you sick.
June—Possum's got de chicken pox.
Alfred—Possum's got de chicken pox.
June—Me sick, too.
Bertha Lee—I got a cold.
Alfred—I sick, too.
Visitor—Poor little Possum. Is he sick much?