“Go on now, ’fore Quentin see you and have to go too.” Dilsey said.
“Where is she.” Mother said.
“She down to the house playing with Luster.” Dilsey said. “Go on, T. P. Drive that surrey like Roskus told you, now.”
“Yessum.” T. P. said. “Hum up, Queenie.”
“Quentin.” Mother said. “Don’t let”
“Course I is.” Dilsey said.
The carriage jolted and crunched on the drive. “I’m afraid to go and leave Quentin.” Mother said. “I’d better not go. T. P. ” We went through the gate, where it didn’t jolt anymore. T. P. hit Queenie with the whip.
“You, T. P. ” Mother said.
“Got to get her going.” T. P. said. “Keep her wake up till we get back to the barn.”
“Turn around.” Mother said. “I’m afraid to go and leave Quentin.”
“Cant turn here.” T. P. said. Then it was broader.
“Cant you turn here.” Mother said.
“All right.” T. P. said. We began to turn.
“You, T. P. ” Mother said, clutching me.
“I got to turn around somehow.” T. P. said. “Whoa, Queenie.” We stopped.
“You’ll turn us over.” Mother said.
“What you want to do, then.” T. P. said.