CLARKE
Order, please. Court is set.
SISTER LEWIS You looks like all hell and de devil's doll baby, but all I want you to do is to hit de ground and I'll crawl you. Put it where I kin git it and I'll sho use it.
MAYOR CLARKE (feeling everywhere for the gavel) Lum Boger! Where's dat gavel I told you to put here?
LUM (from beside prisoner) You said you were going to git it yo'self.
CLARKE I God, Lum, you gointer stand there like a bump on a log and see I ain't got nothin' to open court wid? Go head—fetch me dat gavel. Make haste quick before dese wimmen folks tote off dis church house. (Lum exits by front door)
SISTER TAYLOR (to Lewis) Aw, shut up, you big old he-looking rascal you! Nobody don't know whether you'se a man or a woman.
CLARKE
You wimmen, shut up!
SISTER LEWIS (to Taylor) Air Lawd! Dat ain't yo trouble. They all knows whut you is—eg-zackly!
LINDSAY Aw, why don't you wimmen cut dat out in de church-house! Jus' jawin' and chewin' de rag!
SISTER TAYLOR Joe Lindsay, if you'd go home and feed dat raw-boned horse of yourn you wouldn't have so much time to stick yo' bill in business that ain't yourn.