You knows what I means. Away from the love of Gawd, back to that Affykin devil stuff. SAPPHIE [_Starting with a cry toward the door at back._] Oh, she might witch me and the baby too. PEARL Don’t be scared. She won’t tech you ’cause she won’t know the sinneh you been. SAPPHIE He des would have his way. [_A tap is heard outside GRANNY’S door._] PEARL She’s comin’. [_SAPPHIE shrinks back toward opposite side of room as door opens and GRANNY enters wearing a red dress with red apron and red silk cap on her head. She pauses just inside and listens intently._] GRANNY Who bin talkin’? PEARL Me. [_She guides GRANNY to her chair._] GRANNY Well, talk on. How I look? [_She straightens proudly in her chair._] PEARL Good. The red ain’t faded none. GRANNY Dat’s good, fer I needs hit bright dis day an’ night. De babe’ll wan’ tuh see hit. Red’s de fus’ coloh er baby notice an’ red allers goes wif black. Red neveh go wif w’ite. Looks ghas’ly. I use allers tuh wrop my Sam in red— [_She pauses and her voice grows shriller._] an’ red’s de las’ way I seen ’im. PEARL Now, Granny— GRANNY Dat’s right, I mus’ tek my mine off er dat sight now. But I’ll tek’n’ wrop dis noo black babe in my red ap’un dat hilt my Sam. In red he shill be wrop an’ black he shill shine. Royal black we is an’ royal black we shill stay. Praise my Makeh, dey ain’ no drop er any yutheh coloh in ’im. All us wimens wuz hones’, all de way down, an’ we kep’ clean er de w’ite streak. We kep’ us clean, praise my King, an’ we will ter de een’. W’ite blood were ’stroyin’ angel tuh my fambly f’um de beginnin’s, but hit neveh yit mix wif us. We wuz save f’um dat las’ pizen. [_SAPPHIE turns as though to go out through the door at right with her child. PEARL motions her through side doorway at left. She goes out softly._] PEARL Hattie Lee she uz hones’ an’ her baby’s w’ite. That w’ite man tuk’n marry her with preacheh. GRANNY Married wif preacheh! Do dat change de trashy blood? I wudn’ have dat kinder mud pumpin’ in er babe er my blood, not ef de sevumty eldehs had j’ined a w’ite man tuh you er Sapphie. PEARL W’ite blood no wus’n black blood. GRANNY ’Tis fer us! ’Tis fer dis house er sorrer. Hit’s bin fieh, hit’s bin death, hit’s bin de crawlin’ stream er hell fer me an’ my fambly as fur as I knows, an’ dat’s a hunderd yeah. But I lets all de yutheh go, ’ca’se I hates um ernuff fer dis one thing— [_She goes to red-covered chest at right, lifts the lid and takes out two half-charred sticks of wood._] PEARL Now, Granny, put um back— GRANNY [_Waving the sticks._] Deze, w’ut I snatch f’um de fieh undeh Sam. Deze is ernuff to mek us hate all er dat blood an’ keep hit fur f’um us. PEARL [_Going to her and taking the sticks._] Is this heah makin’ ready for comp’ny? Now ca’m yo’se’f. [_She lays the sticks on top of the chest._] GRANNY