DAVE: Rabbit on the log. Ain’t got no dog. Shoot him with my rifle Bam! Bam! (Some of the villagers join in song and others get up and march around the porch in time with the music. BOOTSIE and TEETS re-enter, TEETS sticking her letter down the neck of her blouse. JOE LINDSAY grabs TEETS and WALTER THOMAS grabs BOOTSIE. There is dancing, treating and general jollification. Little children dance the parse-me-la. The music fills the air just as the sun begins to go down. Enter DAISY TAYLOR coming down the road toward the store.) CLARK. (Bawls out from the store porch) I God, there’s Daisy again. (Most of the dancing stops, the music slows down and then stops completely. DAVE and JIM greet DAISY casually as she approaches the porch.) JIM. Well, Daisy, we knows you, too. DAVE. Gal, youse jus’ as pretty as a speckled pup. DAISY. (Giggling) I see you two boys always playin’and singin’ together. That music sounded right good floating down the road. JIM. Yeah, child, we’se been playin’for the white folks all week. We’se playin’for the colored now. DAVE. (Showing off, twirling his dancing feet) Yeah, we’re standin’on our abstract and livin’on our income. OLD MAN. Um-ump, but they ain’t never workin’. Just round here playing as usual. JIM. Some folks think you ain’t workin’lessen you smellin’a mule. (He sits back down on box and picks at his guitar.) Think you gotta be beatin’a man to his barn every mornin’. VOICE. Glad to be round home with we-all again, ain’t you Daisy? DAISY. Is I glad? I jus’ got off special early this evenin’to come over here and see everybody. I was kinda ’fraid sundown would catch me ’fore I got round that lake. Don’t know how I’m gonna walk back to my workin’place in the dark by muself. DAVE. Don’t no girl as good-lookin’as you is have to go home by herself tonight. JIM. No, cause I’m here. DAVE. (To DAISY) Don’t you trust yourself round that like wid all them ’gators and moccasins with that nigger there, Daisy (Pointing at JIM) He’s jus’ full of rabbit blood. What you need is a real man … with good feet. (Cutting a dance step.) DAISY. I ain’t thinking ’bout goin’home yet. I’m goin’in the store. JIM. What you want in the store? DAISY. I want some gum. DAVE. (Starting toward door) Girl, you don’t have to go in there to git no gum. I’ll go in there and buy you a carload of gum. What kind you want? DAISY. Bubble gum. (DAVE goes in the store with his hand in his pocket. The sun is setting and the twilight deepens.) JIM. (Pulling package out of his pocket and laughing) Here your gum, baby. What it takes to please the ladies, I totes it. I don’t have to go get it, like Dave. What you gimme for it? DAISY. A bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck. (She embraces JIM playfully. He hands her the gum, patting his shoulder as he sits on box.) Oh, thank you. Youse a ready man. JIM. Yeah, there’s a lot of good parts to me. You can have West Tampa if you want it.