“Trus’ yo’se’f an’ take youah own, Git de meat an’ leave de bone, Bus’ de nut an’ fling em de shell, Ride an’ let em walk a spell, Findeh’s keepeh’s, loseh’s weepeh’s, I hope dese few lines find you well.” I ax him who tole him all dis an’ hoss say: “Ole hoss _Grab_ will nevah balk, All dis heah is w’ite man talk.” Dat what de hoss say to me in my true dream ev’y night dis week an’ I’m a-goin’ to bide by hit twell de las’ er pea time. ’Cause I’m er true dreameh an’ my mammy she wuz befo’ me. LUCY What come of de hoss in de dream, Madison? MADISON Dat’s all. Hoss went up in smoke an’ I come down in bed. LUCY Hoss went up in smoke! No, hit went down in smoke an’ fiah. MADISON Now look-a heah, woman. I’m goin’ to make you a good livin’ f’um now on. I’m goin’ into business termorrer. I’m goin’ in de specalatin’ wu’k. I’m goin’ to buy low an’ sell high. LUCY What kin you buy wif? You got no money. MADISON [_Hesitating but collecting his forces gradually._] Oh, ain’t I tell you ’bout dat? I got it in de dream. LUCY In de dream? MADISON Um Hmmm. You know dat hoss I tole you ’bout. Well’m, jes’ fo’ we pa’ted he prance up th’ough a starry fiel’ an’ come to a gyarden fence. Oveh dat fence he lep an’, man, she was a fine gyarden. “Whose patch dish yer?” I say to him. Hoss say: “If you asks me grab what you see.” Den he reaches down an’ pulls up a tu’nip wif his teef an’ gives it to me an’ say, “Dis gyarden truck will fetch you luck.” [_He watches LUCY furtively._] An’ I takes an’ sta’ts to peel dis tu’nip an’ what does I find? I finds she’s a fine fat roll er bills, dem tu’nip tops is greenbacks. LUCY So youah money is dream money? MADISON Well, no, not ezackly. De hoss whispeh sumpin in my eah an’ told me how to make dat dream money real money. An’ I took de hint an’ done it today. An’ on dat money I’ll buy low an’ gouge ’em all good. LUCY How much you got? MADISON Well’m— [_He hesitates._] I got a little an’ den some. I got erbout—fifty er so. LUCY Wheah you git it? [_She catches hold of him._] MADISON Tu’n me loose, woman. I goin’ to baid. I got to make early sta’t. [_He pulls off his coat._] LUCY [_Wildly._] I ain’ goin’ to let you stay in sin. [_She snatches the coat from him._] I goin’ take dis money an’ make you say wheah you got it. [_She begins hastily searching through the pockets of the coat._] MADISON [_Calmly regarding her with great good humour and breaking into a laugh as she fails in her search._] Eh, yah, yah, sea’ch an’ look, sea’ch an’ look. LUCY Oh, Madison, ain’ yo’ got no honin’ ter be hones’ at all? MADISON Hones’! What kin’ er fool talk is dat? I done got my ear-string bus’ now an’ dem preachah wu’ds can’t fool me no mo’. You’ll neveh fin’ it, honey. ’Cause why? ’Cause I’m got it in my pants an’ I goin’ to keep it f’um a foolish woman. LUCY [_Running to him desperately._] You got to give it to me. MADISON