DAISY. You always was a nice quiet boy, Jim. DAVE. (Emerging from the store with a package of gum) Here’s your gum, Daisy. JIM. Oh, youse late. She’s done got gum now. Chaw that yourself. DAVE. (Slightly peeved and surprised) Hunh, you mighty fast here now with Daisy but you wasn’t that fast gettin’out of that white man’s chicken house last week. JIM. Who you talkin’’bout? DAVE. Hoo-oo? (Facetiously) You ain’t no owl. Your feet don’t fit no limb. JIM. Aw, nigger, hush. DAVE. Aw, hush, yourself. (He walks away for a minute as DAISY turns to meet some newcomers. DAVE throws his package of gum down on the ground. It breaks and several children scramble for the pieces. An old man, very drunk, carrying an empty jug enters on left and staggers tipsily across stage.) (MAYOR JOE CLARK emerges from the store and looks about for his marshall.) CLARK. (Bellowing) Lum Boger! LUM BOGER. (Eating a stalk of cane) Yessir! CLARK. I God, Lum, take your lazy self off that keg and go light that town lamp. All summer long you eatin’up my melon, and all winter long you chawin’up my cane. What you think this town is payin’you for? Laying round here doin’nothin’? Can’t you see it’s gettin’dark? (LUM BOGER rises lazily and takes the soap box down stage, stands on it to light the lamp, discovers no oil in it and goes in store. In a few moments he comes out of store, fills the lamp and lights it.) DAISY. (Coming back toward JIM) Ain’t you all gonna play and sing a little somethin’for me? I ain’t heard your all’s music much for so long. JIM. Play anything you want, Daisy. Don’t make no difference what ’tis I can pick it. Where’s that old coon, Dave? (Looking around for his partner.) LIGE. (Calling Dave, who is leaning against post at opposite end of porch) Come here, an’ get warmed up for Daisy. DAVE. Aw, ma throat’s tired. JIM. Leave the baby be. DAISY. Come on, sing a little, Dave. DAVE. (Going back toward Jim) Well, seeing who’s asking … all right. What song yo like, Daisy? DAISY. Um-m. Lemme think. VOICE ON PORCH. “Got on the train, didn’t have no fare”. DAISY. (Gaily) Yes, that one. That’s a good one. JIM. (Begins to tune up. DAVE touches Daisy’s hand.) VOICE. (In fun) Hunh, you all wouldn’t play at the hall last week when we asked you. VOICE OF SPITEFUL OLD WOMAN. Daisy wasn’t here then. ANOTHER VOICE. (Teasingly) All you got to do to some men is to shake a skirt tail in their face and they goes off their head. DAVE. (To JIM who is still tuning up) Come if you’re comin’boy, let’s go if you gwine. (The full melody of the guitar comes out in a lively, old-fashioned tune.) VOICE. All right now, boys, do it for Daisy jus’ as good as you do for dem white folks over in Maitland.