WALBURGA
You look so grey! You had better go out into the sunlight yourself!
MRS. JOHN
Oh, the sunlight's just for fine folks! All I needs is a couple o' pounds o' dust an' dirt on my lungs.—You just go along, missie! I gotta get to work. I don' need nothin' else. I jus' lives on mildew an' insec'-powder.
[She coughs.
WALBURGA
[Nervously.] You needn't tell papa that I was up here.
MRS. JOHN
Me? Ain't I got somethin' better to do'n that?