HASSENREUTER
Well, why don't you speak, Mrs. Knobbe? This girl asserts that she is the mother of the child—not you.
MRS. KNOBBE lifts her umbrella in order to strike out with it. She is restrained by those present.
SCHIERKE
That won't do! You can't practice no discipline like that here! You c'n do that when you're alone in your nursery downstairs.—The main thing is: who does here kid belong to? An' so—now—Mrs. Knobbe, you just take care an' think so's to tell nothin' but the truth here! Well! Is it yours or is it her'n?
MRS. KNOBBE
[Bursts out] I swear by the holy Mother of God, by Jesus Christ, Father, Son and Holy Ghost that I am the mother of this child.
PAULINE
An' I swears by the Holy Mother o' God …