Mrs. Beeler.
There isn't any Devil.
Uncle Abe.
Astounded.
Ain't no Devil?
Mrs. Beeler.
No.
Uncle Abe goes, with puzzled headshakings, towards the kitchen door. He stops to smell the Easter lilies, then raises his head and looks at her again, with puzzled scrutiny.
Uncle Abe.
Mis' Beelah, did I understan' you to say—they ain'—no Devil?