She was terrific in denunciation of the girl's wickedness.
The fact that the neighbors talked of it, maddened her.

When women came in, and in the course of their conversation casually asked, "Where's Maggie dese days ?" the mother shook her fuzzy head at them and appalled them with curses.

Cunning hints inviting confidence she rebuffed with violence.
"An' wid all deh bringin' up she had, how could she ?" moaningly she asked of her son.

"Wid all deh talkin' wid her I did an' deh t'ings I tol' her to remember?
When a girl is bringed up deh way I bringed up Maggie, how kin she go teh deh devil ?" Jimmie was transfixed by these questions.

He could not conceive how under the circumstances his mother's daughter and his sister could have been so wicked.
His mother took a drink from a squdgy bottle that sat on the table.
She continued her lament.
"She had a bad heart, dat girl did, Jimmie.