Ada. No I aint, I got peach an’ tater pies, but we aint gonna tetch a thing tell we gits tuh de hall.
Dinky (mock alarm). Naw, don’t do dat! It’s all right tuh save the fried chicken, but pies is always et on trains.
Ada. Aw shet up! (He struggles with her for a kiss. She slaps him but finally yields.)
John (looking behind him). Hellow, Effie, where’s Sam?
Effie. Deed, I don’t know.
John. Y’all on a bust?
Emma. None ah yo’ bizness, you got enough tuh mind yo’ own self. Turn ’round!
(She puts up a pouting mouth and he snatches a kiss. She laughs just as he kisses her again and there is a resounding smack which causes the crowd to laugh. And cries of “Oh you kid!” “Salty dog!”)
(Enter conductor left calling tickets cheerfully and laughing at the general merriment.)
Conductor. I hope somebody from Jacksonville wins this cake.