Bertha Lee—Ain' just like it.
June—It most like it.
Bertha Lee—No, it ain' cause dis here wool.
(Lizzie returns to the porch and sits on a little stool near her door).
Lizzie—Lord, Miss Davis, dat tune done left me. Now, de next time dat I get a tune in my mind. I gwine sho get somebody to place it for me. It de Lord truth, my mind gwine just so wid so much of chillun worryations till—
June—Me can sing.
Possum—Aun' Izzie, I ain' got nothin to eat.
(Lizzie returns to her room again to stir up the fire and get Possum some bread).
Bertha Lee—Sing den, June.
June—Un-uh, I can'. Aun' Izzie might hear me.