She shook the kitchen door of her friend, and smiled with calm reassurance when it was cautiously set ajar to disclose a wide-eyed and open-mouthed face of terror.

"Who is it ?" "It's me.

What have you got your door locked for ?" "I think that Eva Loud is raving crazy.

I'm afraid of her." "Lord! you 'ain't no reason to be 'fraid of her.

She ain't crazy.
She's only lettin' the birds that fly over your an' my heads settle down to roost.