If you such a big fool dat you got to have a fit over a earth worm or a string, Ah don’t keer how bad Ah skeer you.
“Sykes, what you throw dat whip on me like dat? You know it would skeer me–looks just like a snake, an’ you knows how skeered Ah is of snakes.”
“Course Ah knowed it! That’s how come Ah done it.”
“You aint got no business doing it. Gawd knows it’s a sin. Some day Ah’m goin’ tuh drop dead from some of yo’ foolishness. ‘Nother thing, where you been wid mah rig? Ah feeds dat pony. He aint fuh you to be drivin’ wid no bull whip.”
“You sho is one aggravatin’ nigger woman!
that ole snaggle-toothed black woman HE'S runnin’ with aint comin’ heah to pile up on mah sweat and blood.
Sweat, sweat, sweat! Work and sweat, cry and sweat, pray and sweat!”
Delia is coming from taking sacrament at the church house. She is a washer-woman.
“Well, you better quit gittin’ me riled up, else they’ll be totin’ you out sooner than you expect. Ah’m so tired of you Ah don’t know whut to do. Gawd! how Ah hates skinny wimmen!”
A little awed by this new Delia, he sidled out of the door and slammed the back gate after him.
He stepped roughly upon the whitest pile of things, kicking them :"helter-skelter" as he crossed the room. His wife gave a little scream of dismay, and quickly gathered them together again.
Married for fifteen years and Delia always provided for the household.
How do you 'spect to get these nice thangs, Big Bertha! WIMMEN jus' alike. Foolish.
Sykes, I thought that you was leavin' that foul woman!
Usually meek and defenseless towards his abuse, Delia stands up for herself.
Delia lays awake all night, defeated. She prays, that Sykes reaps his sowing!
Bertha, Sykes' mistress is his preferance but he cannot divorce Delia. They both are provided with nice things from Delia's earnings.