You wasn't. That's right. If you goes an' leaves me here in Berlin an' stays from one year's end to another in Hamburg, an' at most comes to see me once a month—how is you to know what happens in your own home?
JOHN
Don't you want me to go where the boss has most work for me? I goes where
I c'n make good money.
MRS. JOHN
I wrote you in my letter as how our little boy was born in this here room.
JOHN
I knows that an' I told him that. Ain't that natural, I axes him, that the child was born in our room? An' he says that ain't natural at all. Well then, says I, for all I cares, maybe it was up in the loft with the rats an' mice! I got mad like 'cause he said maybe the child wasn't born here at all. Then he yells at me: What kind o' talk is that? What? says I. I takes an interest in wages an' earnin' an' not in talk—not me, Mr. Registrar! An' now I'm to give him the exack day an' hour …
MRS. JOHN
An' didn't I write it all out for you on a bit o' paper?