[Still at the door.] What d'you want?
JOHN
You shut the door a minute an' come in! An' now tell me, girl, what's all this that happened in this room about your little dead brother and the strange girl?
SELMA
[Who has, obviously, a bad conscience, gradually comes forward watchfully. She now answers glibly and volubly.] I pushed the perambulator over into the room here. Your wife wasn't in an' so I thinks that maybe here there'd be more quiet, 'cause my little brother, you know, he was sick anyhow an' cryin' all the time. An' then, all of a sudden, a gentleman an' a lady an' another woman all comes in here, an' they picked the little feller right outa the carridge an' put clean clothes on him an' carried him off.
JOHN
An' then the lady said as how it was her child an' how she'd given it in board with mother, with my old woman?
SELMA
[Lies.] Naw, not a bit. I'd know about that if it was so.