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In Alabama

NOTE: Broadcast circa 1929-1931 over Chicago station WLS, this script is reproduced as it was published in 1932.


Lively Negro Dance Music--Guitar, Banjo, Fiddle. Short Melody.



Down in Alabama is the old Huston plantation. Resting among the giant trees is a rambling Colonial home, with its wide veranda and spacious rooms. The occupants of the home are Mary Huston, a widow of ten months, her lovely daughter, Ann; her son, Gordon, away at college now--and the old faithful negro woman, Mammy Jenny, who has nursed them all since baby days. To the old Southerner, Mammy Jenny is a familiar and loved character of reality--to the United States she is a loved character of fiction. As our play begins, Anne is standing by an open window in the living room, watching a group of plantation negroes picking banjos and guitars and dancing a break down jig.

(Orchestra: Break-down clog--Laughter. Calls for two-step. Applause. "Turkey in Straw" or "Jump Jim Crow")

Anne: Oh! Mother dear, come look. (Laughs) Look at little Ebenezer dancing. Oh! he is simply great. He knows every step that has been invented by all his ancestors. How I would love some of my Northern friends, Kitty especially, to see him dance. (Alarmed) --Why--er--mother--you are crying!

Mary: Oh, no I am--not.

Anne: Yes, you are mother, dear, what is it?

Mary: Anne, it's foolish, I know (Stifled sobs) but that's the first time they have danced and sung for ten months, the first time since Jim left us.

Anne: I know, dear, they have missed him, too. No wonder, he was so good to them. And how Dad did enjoy them. I can see him now standing there laughing and throwing the little ones pennies for every new flip-flop they'd make. Oh! Mother, I know why they are dancing today--it is to welcome me home. Look! Ebenezer is waving to me.

Ebenezer: Look, Miss Annie! O, I sho' got a nassy step in heah!

Anne: What is the name of that dance, Ebenezer?

Ebenezer: I calls it de mule dance--I rarhs right up when dey ain nobody spectin' me to. Whee--yessah--dat's some dance. Ef old Marse wuz heah, I'd git a nickel fer dat!

Anne: Well (Laughs) while I have five cents you'll not be unpaid for that dance--that's splendid.

Ebenezer: Lawdy--thankee, Miss Annie--come on Mose, you and Lize play dat banjo and fiddle--Ise gwine sho' Miss Annie some real dancin!

(Dance Tune--"Oh! Susanna!" Singing and Dancing heard)

Anne: Mother, that is one thing that must be on my program during my wedding festivities. None of Harold's family have ever been on a real plantation, and very few of my college friends. I'll have to have a regular negro jig and cake-walk for them. They will just--why mother, what is the matter?

Mary: Oh! Anne--I--I--just can't get my mind off your father today--somehow I seem to need him more today than I have since he went away.

Anne: Now, now, dear, don't spoil my first day at home--you know I've been gone all of six weeks. I'm lonesome for him, too, but when we throw ourselves into the plans for my wedding, things will be easier to bear. You just haven't had time to think of anything else but Daddy.

(Sound of two boys fighting)

Anne: Oh! Ebenezer is having a terrible battle with his playmate. Mammy Jenny! Mammy Jenny! Go out and settle that dispute.

Mammy: Yessam honey, I'se gwine fas ez my feet'll carry me. Lawd a mussy--Ebenezer--whut yo' fightin' Josephat fer--turn loose dat boy's wool--ain' yo' shame ob yo'self bitin', spitin' and argy-fyin' dis heah way. I'se gwine tell yo' mammys on yo'--dat's whut I is--whut's matter wid you, Ebenezer?

Ebenezer: Nothin'--I jes tol him kase I dance so good, Miss Annie gwine let me carry her train at de weddin', an' Josephat says dey ain't gwine be no train--an I sez dey is--

Josephat: An' I sez to him he ain't big nouf to car'y no train--an' sides, dey ain no track out heah to run one on, nohow, Den he calls me a nigmoramus--dat mek me mad, yes sah!

Mammy: You all git right out ob dis heah yahd--an' go pullin' dem weeds outn'd de garden--git out--you know Ole Marse nevah 'lowed you to be sputin' round de house--Go long now, wid you! -- An' Mose, you and Lize play Miss Annie a little tune whilst you get yo' implements heah--she jes' laps it up, yo' know--sing it too!

("Oh, Them Golden Slippers")

Mammy: Um--m-m--dat's fine--yas suh--ain' heard no music lak dat up North is yo'--Miss Annie?

Anne: Not a bit--and it sounds so good to me. Thank you Lize and Mose--I even enjoyed Ebenezer's fight!

Mammy: Lawsee, Miss Annie, ain' dem pickaninnies corkahs! Lawd honey--sho does seem gran' to hav my baby home once mo'--yes sah--me and Miss Mary sho has missed you.

Anne: Well, I've missed you too, Mammy Jenny, and I've told all the girls about you. They can't wait to see you. They'll all be here for my wedding--six of them--all bridesmaids!

Mammy: Lawd--ain' dat gwine be fine--um-m-m--bet dis is gwine be one mo' weddin'--Mr. Harold so fine lookin'--an' yo'ez purty as a peach!

Anne: Kitty will be here, too--she sings beautifully, and I'm going to have her sing "At Dawning" and have Madge play the accompaniment.

(Solo--"At Dawning"--"I Love You Truly"--if needed--Harp accompaniment)

Mammy: Um-m-m--won't dat be jes gran' an' den--when dat weddin' march begins yo'll preambulate down dem steps an' meet Mr. Harold, jes' lak Miss Mary and Miss Annie an' all de Hustons hez foh ovah a hundred yeahs. Um-m-m.

(Wedding March through above--Softly--"Here Comes the Bride")

Anne: And--then Mammy--when it's all over, we'll slip out, Harold and I, into the kitchen so you can kiss the bride and groom!

Mammy: Now, now, Miss Annie--bless yo' heart--ef dat ain' jes lak you. Lawdy honey--I jes clean forgit wha I is, list'n bout de weddin'. You'll jes hev to perscuse me while I fixes some fresh curtains to yo' bed.

Anne: Bless her heart--what would we do without our faithful Mammy Jenny. Mother, have you noticed, though, how she is breaking?

Mary: Yes, Anne--she has borne all our sorrows on her shoulders for years, and she never loses her optimism, when I am down in the depths.

Anne: You know, Mother, how she's always called me her little Soldier Gal--'cause I loved to dress up in gran'daddy's old rebel hat and epaulets. Really, Natalie Price must have heard someone tell about Mammy Jenny, for she wrote the sweetest thing this past year. Listen----

(Orchestra--"Mammy's Little Soldier Gal")

Mary: How like our Mammy Jenny--and the petted pigeon seems always flying away these days. (Sobs)

Anne: Why Mother--I know there is something wrong--what is it--tell me, dear?

Mary: Anne, there is something I have to tell you, dear. You know we have never known any home but this--your great grandfather built it in 1816--and it has---- (Dog barks, frightened) Oh! I wonder who that can be!

Anne: The horse looks like that old sorrel mare of Sheriff Tittle's. (Knock on door) Mammy Jenny!

Mammy: I'se heah, honey (Opens door) Who is it you wishes to see, suh?

Sheriff Tittle: Is Mrs. Huston home?

Mammy: She ain' 'ceivin' no caller dis afternoon, suh, Miss Annie hes jes--

Sheriff: Makes no difference about Miss Anne--I have come to see Miss Mary.

Mammy: Miss Mary doan want to be bothecated--she ain' feelin'----

Sheriff: Now look here, Jenny, I must see Mrs. Hus----

Mary: What do you wish to see me about, Sheriff Tittle? Will--you be seated?

Sheriff: Well--Miss Mary--guess we all better be seated--I have a very painful duty to perform. I have been instructed to give you all an order of evacuation from this house.

Mary: Why--what--evacuate?--not now?--today?

Anne: Why, what are you talking about?

Mammy: Why, man you'se plum out o' yo' head--we ain' vacuatin' dis house--dis heah house wuz built by old Marse Gordon Huston over a hundred yeahs ago--I mahsef been heah ober seventy--you cain tak----

Sheriff: I'll do the talking, Jenny. As you know, Miss Mary, Mister Jim lost heavily in the bank at Athens when the Cashier absconded. Trying to keep up appearances, finish the children's education, and protect you from knowing--he mortgaged the house heavily. Ezra Graham, at the bank, held the mortgage.

Mary: Oh! I know all this now. Ezra Graham came here sixty days ago and demanded the interest. Today is the last day.

Sheriff: How much is the amount, Miss Mary.

Mary: Three thousand dollars.

Sheriff: Have you raised the money?

Mary: No.

(Soft Music--"Old Black Joe"--Short strain)

Anne: Why, surely mother, Mr. Graham wouldn't see us lose our home. Daddy always considered him one of his best friends.

Sheriff: Yes, he fooled your father. Ezra Graham thinks only of himself, Miss Anne.

Mary: And he has demanded that you see that we give up our home?

Sheriff: Not Ezra--he is too crafty for that. He sold the mortgage for a fine profit to a Mr. Isaacston.

Mary: Oh! that is the man who has so many times tried to force me to sell him my furniture in the past year.

Anne: He is the one who was always around here looking over our ground, and then would make remarks about the fine pecans we have--I remember him--so it is he who is forcing us out. OH! I hate him!

Mary: Sheriff Tittle, is there no way I can get more time?

Sheriff: Really, Miss Mary. I do not see how, but I will investigate. If I have any influence in getting you thirty days' grace, you'll have it. Mr. Isaacston is ready to take immediate possession. He is on his way out here now. He will arrive any minute.

Anne: But how can we get all our belongings and furniture with no place to take them?

Sheriff: The furniture cannot be moved.

Mary & Anne: Cannot be moved?

Mammy: Whut yo' talkin' bout, white man--dat's Huston furniture --no Isac'm furniture--dat furniture some of it wuz made by Old Marse Golden hissef so my Mammy tol me--some of it wuz brought all de way from Englan' and New York--why dat' genuine Chicken-tail furniture--I'se heahed 'em talk about it--I knows dat furniture, ebery stick en piece ob it--dat b'longs to us Huston's--yes sah!

Sheriff: Yes, but Mammy--it doesn't any more--for Colonel Huston borrowed money on that furniture from this very Mr. Isaacston through Ezra Graham.

Mammy: Ain' no diffunce, he ain' gwine hev dat furniture, no suh! Whut dat common trash know whut to do wif a house and furniture like dis any way? Lookie! Miss Mary--Miss Annie--(Car heard--auto horn) Lawd--Lawd, lookee--effen he ain' got his trunk wid him, fastened on to dat cah in the back. Oh--Lawdee, Lawdee!

Sheriff: I'll go out and talk to him, Miss Mary. I'll see if Mr. Isaacston will permit you to stay here tonight or for a few days until--

(Orchestra--Short selection)

Mary: Permit me to stay? (Indignant)

Anne: Well--can you imagine that.

Jenny: Permit us to stay heah! Well, if he gits in dis doah--he gits in ober my daid body--yes sah. I's defended dis heah place when dem Yankee soldiers come monkeyin' round heah--yes suh--I ain' young ez I once wuz, but I still got a stand offish--mulish way about me, yes sah!

Mary: Now Mammy Jenny--we'll have to give in. Everything is against us--and we must not blame Mr. Isaacston. We'll go to sister Anna's and we'll try to see what the law can do for us. I'll have to send for Gordon--and Oh! I can't bear to--he only has these three months to get his degree--Oh! I have prayed so hard, that I could bridge over--how I've wanted my two children to have what we had. Oh, Anne--how I have wanted you to have the wedding you wished here in this room, where all the Hustons for over one hundred years have made their vows to one another. Oh! Mammy--I can't stand it. (Sobs)

Jenny: Now look a-heah! dis ain' no end ob de worl'--jes yo' hol' on--dat hohn on dat Isaacstons car ain' no trumpet call o' Marse Batrel's--no sah! Why Lawsee--dis ain' no way foh Mammy Jenny's soldier gals to act--Why Lawsee no!

(Orchestra--Chorus, "Soldier Gal")

Anne: Mother, why didn't you tell me before I went away--it could have been so easy to postpone our wedding then, and--who knows I might have been able to fix up some kind of a place to save us.

Mary: Mr. Graham came here only two days before you left--all your clothes were packed, Anne--I couldn't think what excuse you could have made to your friends--and--then--I--I--thought maybe Brother Ed would come to my assistance.

Anne: And so you wrote and asked him--and--he refused?

Mary: Yes, dear, how could he--I--I--hated to write him, but I felt when I explained that the home would pass out of the Huston family--I felt he would help for the sake of the family name--I--I--told him Gordon could pay it all back in a few years, I was sure.

Anne: And he refused? He is no better than Ezra Graham and Mr. Isaacston--In fact, not as good, he is in our family.

Mary: Family is nothing to brother Ed, Anne. Oh, it hurts for a brother to be so un-caring.

Anne: Did he make no reply, at all?

Mary: I received an immediate response, dictated to his stenographer, that the contents had been read--he would look into the matter--and let me know at his earliest convenience.

Anne: (Bitterly) Then he has never written any more?

Mary: I took courage from his note. During the time I tried to raise the money in every way I could, but it seemed to fail each time. Then yesterday I received a letter from Ed--and he said he was sorry but owing to heavy expenses of travel this year he was unable to raise the cash--he was extremely sorry, etc.

Anne: Travel? (Bitterly) Yes, they all went to Europe this Spring! Oh! what a relative!

Mammy: Whut a scoundrel, I sez--he cud er saved dis place foh his Maw's sake--he broke her heart--dat's whut he did. Run off frum home an' nevuh cum back even when she wuz sick--en he knowed it--He sho is de skeletun in de Huston closet, yes sah--

Mary: Now let's draw ourselves together and see what can be done. Here comes Sheriff Tittle with Mr. Isaacston.


Sheriff: Mrs. Huston, this is Mr. Isaacston.

Mary: I think I have seen Mr. Isaacston before.

Isaacston: How do you do, Mrs. Huston--It grieves me to upset you in this manner, but business is business. Sheriff Tittle tells me you have just been served the note of evacuation?

Mary: That--is--correct--Mr. Isaacston.

Isaacston: I deplore inconveniencing you, Mrs. Huston! If your belongings are not packed--you can expect my house to be your house until tomorrow. My family is coming then.

Mary: Your house--my house (bewildered) Oh (stiffly) thank you, Mr. Isaacston--we cannot accept your extreme hospitality.

Mammy: Doan yo' bother about dem, honey--I'se gwine tek cah ob dem myself--ever pin ob 'em--an mo'n dat, you ain' gwine stay under dis roof wid heah Shylock'm no suh--you'se gwine right ober to Miss Anna's house--an' I'se gwine stay heah. No'm I ain't much please to deaf ober de ideah--But I'se stayin', yes sah.

Isaacston: Well, while you ladies decide what your next move will be--I'll just take a look through my new house. My! My! My! Really, in all of my experience collecting furniture for galleries and shops I have never seen such furniture. Every piece is a work of art--Sheraton--Chippendale, Duncan Phyfe--all originals--Oh! My, my! Why--how exceedingly fortunate I am.

Jenny: Did you heah him, Miss Mary? He ain' gwine mek nothin' out ob anything, no sah. While I got any bref lef' in my body, no suh. Tell you Miss Mary if dey find me daid in de mawnin' he poisoned me--if he's daid--ah done pisoned him--yes sah! (Laughs) Now doan yo' forgit--yo'se Mammy's little soldier gals yes sah!

(Chorus--"Mammy's Little Soldier Gal")


One month elapses--Mrs. Huston through Sheriff Tittle and influential friends wins 30 days' grace. Mr. Isaacston and his family are in the Huston home. Mrs. Huston and Anne are with their relatives. Gordon has returned from College, and is doing everything possible to save the home, but the outlook is not encouraging. Three days only remain to pay the amount due, $3000. That morning Mr. Isaacston greatly disturbed comes into the bank in Athens.

Isaacston: Is--uh Mr. Graham here?

Clerk: Yes sir--

Isaacston: Busy?

Clerk: Yes sir--

Isaacston: Makes no difference. Tell him I must see him at once. Mr. Isaacston--from the Huston plantation. It's imperative.

Clerk: Yes--sir----I'll see----Oh, Mr. Graham--

Isaacston: Excuse my intrusion--but I must see you at once--and privately. Ooh--uh--Mr. Graham, I fear our scheme is going to be detected--$3000 and some important notes have been taken from my desk.

Graham: My God--Isaacston--if those notes were revealed--the dishonesty of this transaction will be revealed, suh. My reputation in this bank would be imperiled.

Isaacston: And sir, I will lose a fortune I am destined to make.

Graham: Have you any suspicions as to who stole the money?

Isaacston: I have, sir--that is Jenny the servant--Mammy Jenny has been with us since my family came. My daughter saw her in the library yesterday going through that desk. We were all supposed to be away from home. She jumped when my daughter spoke to her.

Graham: Sounds very much as if it will be no serious matter then--we can settle this. (Rings bell) Oh! Boy! Call Sheriff Tittle at once,--tell him to come to the bank, as soon as he can get here.

Clerk: Yes--sir.

Graham: Now we will order the arrest of Mammy Jenny under circumstantial evidence.


Clerk: Mr. Graham--there is an old colored woman who has asked to see you. She says she wishes you at the cashier's window.

Graham: I'll be there at once.

Isaacston: Maybe it is Jenny--my word--it is!

Graham: Boy, did you call the Sheriff?

Clerk: I did, sir--here he is coming in at the door.

Graham: Good mawnin' Mammy Jenny, did you wish to see me?

Mammy: I did, sah! I jes' wanted you to see me pay dis heah mor'gage foh Miss Mary. I b'lieve you all say and Miss Mary say de amount wuz $3000 sah?

Graham: That is correct, Mammy--you don't mean you have $3000 to pay it!?

Mammy: I hez--sir! Dere ain' gwine be nobody tek Huston property erway fum Hustons effen I kin hep it--no suh--Heah, Mr. Cashier--I b'lieve dats right--Doan it tek thirty one-hundred dollah bills to mek $3,000.

Cashier: Correct, Mammy--

Graham: Hold on just a minute--Mammy, where did that $3,000 come from?

Mammy: I doan know as dat is any of yo' concern, Mr. Graham--'ceptin' dat yo' wuzn't able to do Miss Annie out'n her property.

Graham: Well, you may not think it any of my concern--but I know that Mr. Isaacston has reported the loss of $3,000 this morning from his desk--and you were seen going through that desk yesterday. Sheriff Tittle, arrest Mammy Jenny.



The next scene takes place the next day in the Huston living room. Mammy Jenny is surrounded by Prosecuting Attorney Murray--the Sheriff, Mr. Isaacston, Mary, Anne, and Gordon, who has returned from college. Attorney Murray is speaking.

Att. Murray: Mrs. Huston, have you any idea where Mammy Jenny could have gotten the $3,000 she redeemed the property with yesterday?

Mary: No, Attorney Murray, but I cannot believe Mammy Jenny stole it from Mr. Isaacston.

Attorney: THAT is the exact amount Mr. Isaacston reported stolen, $3,000.

Mary: Have you questioned her? We were bewildered when we found it paid.

Attorney: We have questioned and questioned--she denies absolutely that the money was stolen. We brought her out here to question her in the room where the money was hidden to see if she will confess. Mammy Jenny--I want to ask you some questions and you'll answer nothing but the truth.

Mammy: So help me, Gawd--Mister Murray.

Attorney: Mammy Jenny, you have been working for Mr. Isaacston these thirty days.

Mammy: Not kase I wanted to--Lawd--I sho has mortified myself waitin' on dat common trash!

Attorney: Why did you do it, then? Miss Mary needed you and you refused to come with her.

Mammy: I knowed she needed me--dat's why I stayed wha I was stayin'. I been lookin' after de Hustons ever since I was bohn--an' I gwine keep on--dey wuzn't gwine tek one stick ob stove-wood out'n dat house--no suh.

Attorney: Now, Mammy, isn't it true, you were seen by Mr. Isaacston's little girl in the library yesterday morning.

Mammy: Yes--suh, Marster Murray.

Attorney: Well, now, wasn't it true that you were going through that old desk?

Mammy: Yas-suh--sho--I'se gwine into dat secumtary dat's b'longed to de Huston fambly for ovah one hundred years--yessah--an' dat lil smoot of a gal come in an ax me what wuz I doin' going thru her pappy's desk. . . .

Attorney: Now, now Mammy--you must----

Mammy: Yes--yes, Marse Murray, but I knows an' yo' knows who I is--I nursed you when youse a baby too.

Attorney: Yes, Jenny--but we must----

Isaacston: May I speak--

Attorney: Yes, Mr. Isaacston.

Isaacston: Mr. Murray--I insist you ask about my money, which she stole from the desk.

Mammy: Now look heah, man, I took money out'n dat desk--yes sah--but it didn't b'long to you--no suh--

Isaacston: Ah-hah-ah-hah--so she admits she took my money out of the desk.

Attorney: You mean to say, Mammy, you did take the money that paid the mortgage--Mr. Isaacston--how much was the amount due?

Isaacston: $3,000, sir! Just the exact amount of money stolen--and the money was in the bookcase part of the desk.

Anne: Oh! Mammy Jenny how could you (Wildly sobbing)

Mary: Oh Jenny--Jenny you've been willing to steal to save us--the court gave us thirty days grace--and now we've lost all--and Mammy, you will go to the penitentiary for us! How can I stand it! Oh, if Jim were only here to help us.

(Mournful chords)

Gordon: Now--now Mother, you and Anne must not break down in this way. I have had a good position promised for several months, and if you had only let me know I could have saved something. But, I can fight!

Mary: I knew, my boy--what was in you--and I wanted you to have the chance.

Mammy: Now, look aheah, Mister Murray, you knose I ain' no thief--Miss Mary, Miss Annie--Mister Gordon knows I ain' neither--an' dat Isaacston knows I ain' none--yes sah--doan you all worry 'bout Mammy Jenny--she ain' gwine to no 'lectrum chair ner nuthin'. She's gwine spend de res' ob her days wif Miss Mary right on de ole Huston Plantation. I ain' took nuthin' but whut b'long to Miss Mary.

Mary, Attorney, Anne, Isaacston: But Mammy--now Jenny--you can't steal my money, etc.

Mammy: Now, Mister Murray, kin I ax some questions mahsef?

Attorney: Yes--Jenny.

Mammy: Mr. Isaacston, how much money you done say I stole fum you?

Isaacston: $3,000.

Mammy: Wha did you hev it?

Isaacston: In the desk.

Mammy: I mean wha in the desk?

Isaacston: I said--in the desk.

Mammy: Marse Murray, ain' he got to say wha in the desk?

Attorney: Mr. Isaacston, where in the desk did you put the money--can't you remember?

Isaacston: Why--yes--yes--it was in a bag behind the books on the top shelf.

Mammy: Um-huh--dat's de way, Mister Murray he 'cuses me--dat money is in dat dest dis minute--he ain' eben looked foh it. Dem shelfs stick out bout foh inches fum de back. . . . Look hin' dem books on de bottom shef foh day money you sputin' erbout. You reach foh it yosef--Marster Murray--

Attorney: (Opens door--reaches) Why--er--I feel somethin'--here's a white bag alright and there's money in it.

Isaacston: My $3,000--well--well, where did she--Oh, I lose the place then--Oh my--my--

(Cheerful strain)

Anne, Mary, Gordon: But, Jenny--where did you get that money--$3,000!

Mammy: Lawd, Miss Mary, I knowed wha it wuz all de time, honey and ef you'd evah done tole me all yo' trouble I could a saved you--yes suh--It was hard to get after that Shylock'm got de place; he seem to spicion me all de time. Jes watch me lak a hawk. I stayed dere until I could get a chance when I'se all alone--yes-suh--case I had to look foh de spring.

Mary: WHAT spring, Mammy?

Mammy: Marse Huston had a long haid on him, folkses--he want no puhson to carry all his aigs in one basket--no suh--at de time ob de wah--de Civil Wah--he was gwine play safe foh his babies an' he put some United States money in a leather pouch in a secrum dwawah in dat desk--and tol' my mammy 'bout it--all de res' of his money he change to Federate Money. 'Cose Col. Huston was shot endurin' de Wah and Mammy died. I plum disramembahed bout it until----

Anne: (Excited) Until you heard me telling about the secret drawer in Auntie's Chippendale secretary

Mammy: Dat's it--Miss Annie--Den it cum back as yestiddy--I 'jes folded my arms, turned my face towards heaven--an' I sez--Oh! Lawd, I thanks yo' foh makin' me disremembah and den remembah--'kase I'se gwine save Miss Mary--shes been so good to me--An'--An' Heah's some moh, Miss Mary--

Mary: More?

Anne & Gordon: Look at that roll of bills!

Mary: There must be five thousand here.

Mammy: Lawd, dat's mighty nigh a million, ain't it? Miss Annie, you sho' kin hev dat weddin' now--yo' been cryin' yo' eyes out erbout--yes--sah!

(Wedding March strains)

(Followed by lively negro music)