[_Lingering in doorway._] When you get rich will you get you the guitar, Daddy? [_LUCY waves BOOKER through doorway. He vanishes._] MADISON I’ll git it an’ I got it. Watch me now. [_He goes over to the bag by the door and reaching in it produces a handsome guitar._] Dat’s de beginnin’ er good times, boy. LUCY [_With sickening apprehension._] Madison, where you git dat insterment? MADISON Dat’s de Lawd’s insterment, Lucy. He done pervide it. LUCY Oh, Madison, dat ain’ youah’n. MADISON ’Tis now, honey. LUCY No, youah las’ dime you spent Sunday an’ I ain’ give you no money since. You got it wifout payin’ for it. You charged it. MADISON Yassah, I got it wifout payin’ for it an’ I goin’ to keep on a-gittin’ it wifout payin’ for hit as long as de gittin’s good. LUCY How you like to be treat dat way? MADISON What way? LUCY If you was keepin’ a store, to have folks charge things when dey didn’ know how dey could pay. MADISON I’m willin’ fo’ to be treat dat way ef dey can do hit. Let ’em come an’ git my things if dey finds any. LUCY [_Breaking down._] Oh, I cain’ stan’ hit. Youah sinkin’ fas’ down to de fiery lake an’ you’s pullin’ my Baby down too. MADISON No, I’s raisin’ him up an’ I goin’ to lan’ us all in a sof’ place on dat Easy Street I heah ’em singin’ ’bout so long wifout seein’. LUCY [_Suddenly examining the guitar._] Wheah you git dis guitar? MADISON What guitar? LUCY Dis. Oh, Madison, dis is ’Zek’l Williams’ own guitar dat he wouldn’ sell. Dis is de guitar dat nobody couldn’ buy. How you come by it? MADISON Look heah, woman. You act like I _stole_ de guitar. You don’t think I’m a thief, do you? LUCY How you come by hit? MADISON I got it off Wilson Byrd. LUCY Dat sneakin’ w’ite man. How’d he git it? MADISON I didn’ ask him. LUCY What you give him fo’ hit? MADISON Oh, dat’s anotheh story. Him an’ me’s goin’ in business togetheh. LUCY Oh, Madison, dat w’ite man stole dis guitar. Oh, take it back dis minute an’ snatch youah soul from de bu’nin’. MADISON Who, me? What you tak me fo’, gal? Take back a guitar to de rich man, de man what own de very house we live in! LUCY Well, we soon will buy hit. MADISON Dat’s right. We will. But dat ain’ de question. I didn’ git dis guitar fo’ to return it, I git it fo’ to play it. I boun’ to play it cause I’m goin’ to be er rich man soon an’ I got to have a plenty music in me. LUCY You goin’ to git rich playin’ guitar? MADISON [_Laughing comfortably._] Eh, yah, yah. Whoopee! No indeedy. I flies higher dan music flies. I’m one er dese heah kine er ’lectioneerin’ mens which make dere money work fo’ um. Dey sen’s one dollah out in de heat an’ sweats her twell she rolls home wif anutheh. LUCY How you goin’ to put money out, Madison, lessen you wuks an’ gits de money? MADISON