with.)

VOICE OF CHILD: Hey! Hey! He's skeered tuh knock it off. Coward!

MRS. TAYLOR: If y'all don't git on home!

SASSY LITTLE GIRL: (Standing akimbo) I know you better not touch me,
do my mama will 'tend to you.

MRS. TAYLOR: (Making as if to strike her.) Shet up you nasty lil
heifer, sassin' me! You ain't half raised.

(The little girl shakes herself at MRS. TAYLOR and is joined by two or
three others.)

MRS. TAYLOR: (Walkin' towards right exit.) I'm goin' on down to de
church an' tell yo' mammy. But she ain't been half raised herself.
(She exits right with several children making faces behind her.)

ONE BOY: (To sassy GIRL) Aw, haw! Y'all ol' Baptis' ain't got no
bookcase in yo' chuch. We went there one day an' I saw uh soda cracker
box settin' up in de corner so I set down on it. (Pointing at sassy
GIRL) Know what ole Mary Ella say? (Jeering laughter) Willie, you git
up off our library! Haw! Haw!

MARY ELLA: Y'all ole Meth'dis' ain't got no window panes in yo' ole
church.

ANOTHER GIRL: (Takes center of stand, hands akimbo and shakes her
hips) I don't keer whut y'all say, I'm a Meth'dis' bred an' uh
Meth'dis' born an' when I'm dead there'll be uh Meth'dis' gone.

MARY ELLA: (Snaps fingers under other girl's nose and starts singing.
Several join her.)
Oh Baptis', Baptis' is my name
My name's written on high
I got my lick in de Baptis' church
Gointer eat up de Meth'dis' pie.

(The Methodist children jeer and make faces. The Baptist camp make
faces back; for a full minute there is silence while each camp tries
to outdo the other in face making. The Baptist makes the last face.)

METHODIST BOY: Come on, less us don't notice 'em. Less gwan down to
de church an' hear de trial.

MARY ELLA: Y'all ain't de onliest ones kin go. We goin', too.

WILLIE: Aw, haw! Copy cats! (Makes face) Dat's right. Follow on behind
us lak uh puppy dog tail. (They start walking toward right exit,
switching their clothes behind.) Dat's right. Follow on behind us lak
uh puppy dog tail. (They start walking toward right exit, switching
their clothes behind.)

(Baptist children stage a rush and struggle to get in front of the
Methodists. They finally succeed in flinging some of the Methodist
children to the ground and some behind them and walk towards right
exit haughtily switching their clothes.)

WILLIE: (Whispers to his crowd) Less go round by Mosely's lot an' beat
'em there!

OTHERS: All right!

WILLIE: (Yelli