MORGAN. [Catching Mary by the arm.] What—what is it?... Heigh! Don't you move, gal! Wait a minute!
[He pulls her back. Aunt Candace looks at Morgan. Gradually he lowers his head.
AUNT CANDACE. I's a-feared on it. I knowed it ... I knowed it. [She throws the dress back on the bed and hobbles to the fire, groaning.] Oh, Lawdy! Oh, Lawdy! My po' li'l gal! My po' li'l gal!
[She rocks to and fro. Morgan's hand falls from Mary's shoulder, and she runs to the bed.
MARY. He sent it to me! He sent it to me! I knowed he wouldn't forget.
[She hugs the dress to her.
MORGAN. [Turning to her.] Well, and what nigger's sending you presents now? [With suspicion fully aroused.] Who give you that, Mary!
MARY. He did!
MORGAN. [Sternly.] Who?
MARY. [Impetuously.] It was him! An' I don't care if you do know it!