Effie. Mah Gawd, s’pose dey got left!
Man (with head out of window). Heah they come, nip and tuck—whoo-ee! They’se gonna make it! (He waves excitedly.) Come on Jawn! (Everybody crowds the windows, encouraging them by gesture and calls. As the whistle blows twice, and the train begins to move, they enter panting and laughing at left. The only seat left is the one directly in front of Effie.)
Dinky (standing). Don’t y’all skeer us no mo’ lake dat! There couldn’t be no cake walk thout y’all. Dem shad-mouf St. Augustine coons would win dat cake and we would have tuh kill ’em all bodaciously.
John. It was Emmaline nearly made us get left. She says I wuz smiling at Effie on the street car and she had to get off and wait for another one.
Emma (removing the hatpins from her hat, turns furiously upon him). You wuz grinning at her and she wuz grinning back jes lake a ole chessy cat!
John (positively). I wuzn’t.
Emma (about to place her hat in rack). You wuz. I seen you looking jes lake a possum.
John. I wuzn’t. I never gits a chance tuh smile at nobody—you won’t let me.
Emma. Jes the same every time you sees a yaller face, you takes a chance. (They sit down in peeved silence for a minute.)
Dinky. Ada, les we all sample de basket. I bet you got huckleberry pie.