MRS. JOHN
What child? An' what could ha' happened? Talk plainly, will you? There ain't a word o' your crazy chatter that anybody c'n understand!
PAULINE
I ain't sayin' nothin' but what's true, Mrs. John.
MRS. JOHN
Well, what is it?
PAULINE
My child …
MRS. JOHN
[Gives her a terrific box on the ear.] Say that again an' I'll bang my boots about your ears so that you'll think you're the mother o' triplets. An now: get outa here! An' don' never dare to show your face here again!