SISTER TAYLOR (jumping up in his face) Hit me! Hit me! I dare you tuh hit me. If you take dat dare you'll steal a hawg an' eat his hair. LINDSAY Lemme gwan down to dat church befo' you make me stomp you. (He exits right.) SISTER TAYLOR You mean you'll _git_ stomped. Ahm going to de trial too. De nex trial gointer be _me_ for kickin some uh you Baptis niggers around. (A great noise 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 the noise comes nearer.) VOICE OF ONE CHILD Tell her! Tell her! Turn her up and smell her. Yo' mama ain't got nothin to do wid me. SISTER TAYLOR (Hollering off left) You lil Baptis haitians, leave them chillun alone. If you don't, you better! (Enter about 10 chidren struggling and wrestling in a bunch. Mrs. Taylor looks about on the ground for a stick to strike the children with.) VOICE OF CHILD IN CROWD Hey! Hey! He's skeered tuh knock it off. Coward! SISTER TAYLOR If y'all don't git on home! SASSY LITTLE GIRL (Standing akimbo) I know you better not touch me, do my mama will tend to you. SISTER TAYLOR (Making as if to strike her) Shet up, you nasty lil heifer, sassing me! You ain't half raised. (The little girl shakes herself at Mrs. Taylor and is joined by two or three others.) SISTER TAYLOR (Walking towards right exit) I'm going 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.) A BOY (to sassy girl) Aw haw! Y'all ol' Baptis ain't got no book case in yo' church. 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 whut ole Mary Ella say? (jeering laughter) Willie, you git up off our library! Haw! Haw! MARY ELLA Y'all ole Meth'dis' ain't got no window panes in yo' ole church. A GIRL (Takes center of stage and hands akimbo shakes her hips.) I don't keer whut y'allsay. I'm a Methdis' bred an' uh Methdis' born an' when I'm dead there'll be uh Methdis' gone. MARY ELLA (snaps fingers under other girl's nose and starts singing. Several join her.) Oh Baptis, Baptis is my name My name's written on high I got my lick in de Baptis church Gointer eat up de Methdis pie (the Methodist children jeer and make faces. The Baptist camp make faces back for a full minute there is silence while each camp tries to outdo the other in face making. The Baptist makes the last face. METHODIST BOY Come on, less us don't notice em. Less gwan down to de church an' hear de trial. MARY ELLA Y'all ain't the onliest ones kin go. We goin' too. WILLIE Aw Haw! Copy cats! (Makes face) Dat's right, follow on behind us lak uh puppy dog tail. (They start walking toward right exit switching their clothes behind.)