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(A great noisse is heard off stage left. The angry and jeering voices of children. MRS. TAYLOR looks off left and takes a step or two towards left exit as xx the noise comes nearer.)
VOICE OF ONE CHILD: Tell her! Tell her! Turn her up and smell her. Yo' mama ain't nothin' to do wid me.
MRS. TAYLOR: (Hollering off left) You lil Baptis' haitians leave them chillun alone. If you don't, you better!
(Enter about ten children struggling and wrestling in a bunch. MRS. TAYLOR looks about on the ground for a strike the children with.)
CHILD: Hey! Hey! He's skeered tuh knock it off. Coward!
MRS. TAYLOR: If y'all don't git on home!
SASSY LITTLE GIRL: (Standing akimbo) I know you better not touch me, my mama will 'tend to you.
MRS. TAYLOR: (Making as if to strike her.) Shet up you nasty lil heifer, sassin' me! You ain't half raised.
(The little girl shakes herself at MRS. TAYLOR and is joined by three others.)
MRS. TAYLOR: Walkin' towards right exit.) I'm goin' on down to de church an' tell yo' mammy. But she ain't been half raised herself. (She exits right with several children making faces behind her.)
ONE BOY: (To sassy GIRL) Aw, haw! Y'all ol' Baptis' ain't got no bookcase in yo' chuch. We went there one day an' I saw uh soda cracker box settin' up in de corner so I set down on it, (Pointing at sassy GIRL) Know ole Mary Ella say? (Jeering laughter) Willie, you git up off our library!
MARY ELLA: Y'all ole Meth'dis' ain't got no window panes in yo' ole church.
