Lizzie—Look out now, I'll whip you for tellin a story. Whe' de rag? No, you ain' ax her neither. Gwine on en clean up dat nose fore I wear you out.
(Possum goes around corner of house).
Lizzie—Help me Lord not to forget it dis time. I sho got dat tune——
June—Aun' Izzie, Aun' Izzie, Possum fall in de tub of water what settin under de pump.
(Possum appears from around the corner of the house just at that moment drenched and almost frozen).
Lizzie—Great Lord a mercy! Possum, you looks like a drowned possum sho enough. Why ain' you do like I tell you to do? You know I don' never allow you chillun ramblin round dat pump tub no time. Ain' nobody want to drink out no tub you wash your snotty nose in. Fetch yourself in dere to de fire en dry yourself fore you is catch a death of cold. Gwine on, boy. Don' stand dere en watch me like a frizzle chicken. Dere Mr. John Fortune comin now. I gwine tell him to catch Possum en cook him up.
Possum—I gwine run.
Lizzie—You say you gwine run?
Possum—No'um, I ain' say I gwine run.
Lizzie—Mind you now, Possum, you know what I tell you bout a story-teller.