Alfred—Yes'um, he stay right in dat room dere. (Room next to Lizzie's room with a separate front door).
Bertha Lee—He mamma had de chicken pox first en den Possum, he took down wid it.
June—Dere he now! Dere Possum! (Possum appears from around the corner of the house with both hands full of cold fish).
(Alfred goes to Lizzie's door to tell her that she has a visitor)
Alfred—Aun' Izzie, somebody out dere wanna see you.
Lizzie—Holy Moses! Who dat out dere? Boy, you ain' tellin me no story, is you? Mind you now, you tell me a story en I'll whip de grease out you.
Bertha Lee—Aun' Izzie, ain' nobody but Miss Davis out dere.
(Lizzie hobbles to the door on her stick).
Lizzie—How you is, Miss Davis? I ain' much to speak bout dis mornin. I tell you de truth, Miss Davis, dese chillun keeps me so worried up dat I don' know whe' half my knowin gone, I say. Great Lord a mercy, dere Possum out dere in de air now en he been puny, too.
Visitor—The children tell me Possum has the chicken pox.