JOHN
[Looks at the strange child.] Looks bad! Mother, why don't you try an' do somethin' for the little beggar?
MRS. JOHN
[Pushing SELMA and the perambulator out determinedly.] March outa this room. That can't be done, Paul. When you got your own you can't be lookin' out for other people's brats. That Knobbe woman c'n look after her own affairs. It's different with Selma. [To the girl.] You c'n come in when you want to. You c'n come in here after a while an' take a nap even.
[She locks the door.
JOHN
You used to take a good deal o' interest in Knobbe's dirty little brats.
MRS. JOHN
You don' understan' that. I don' want our little Adelbert to be catchin' sore eyes or convulsions or somethin' like that.