“Is we gwine to church?” Luster said.
“I let you know bout dat when de time come. You keep him away fum de house twell I calls you.”
“Kin we go to de pastuh?” Luster said.
“All right. Only you keep him away fum de house. I done stood all I kin.”
“Yessum,” Luster said. “Whar Mr. Jason gone, mammy?”
“Dat’s some mo of yo business, aint it?” Dilsey said. She began to clear the table. “Hush, Benjy. Luster gwine take you out to play.”
“Whut he done to Miss Quentin, mammy?” Luster said.
“Aint done nothin to her. You all git on outen here?”
“I bet she aint here,” Luster said.
Dilsey looked at him. “How you know she aint here?”
“Me and Benjy seed her clamb out de window last night. Didn’t us, Benjy?”
“You did?” Dilsey said, looking at him.
“We sees her doin hit ev’y night,” Luster said, “Clamb right down dat pear tree.”
“Dont you lie to me, nigger boy,” Dilsey said.
“I aint lyin. Ask Benjy ef I is.”
“Whyn’t you say somethin about it, den?”