Lizzie—Thank you, son, thank you a thousand times again. Tell your mamma de old hen a scratchin bout out dere in de yard now huntin de nest en ain' gwine be no long time fore I can be catchin her a chicken to put in de pot. Yes, Lord, I got to start savin dem egg dis very day for de settin. (Lizzie turns to her visitor on the porch and continues her conversation). Miss Rosa, she does do all my sewin for me en I generally gives her eggs for her kindness. I sorry dere so much of huntin egg de same day.
(Little boy, Pickle, looks disappointed and continues to hang around).
Bertha Lee—Aun' Izzie, sing somethin.
Lizzie—You want me to sing so bad, sugar, en I ain' know nothin neither. Heddie, turn me one.
Heddie—Gwine on en spill dat one yourself what you been tell me bout de other mornin en quit your pickin on me.
Lizzie—Well, I tryin to get myself together, but dere so much of travelin en so much of chillun, I can' collect—
Alfred—Aun' Izzie, can I go to whe' Jerry gone?
Lizzie—No, boy, you know I ain' got no mind to let you go runnin off dat way. (Lizzie calls to Mammie in the room). Mammie, look dere to de clock. I gettin in a fidget to get some of dese chillun way from here.
Lizzie—Joseph, come here.