MRS. JOHN
Well, I'll see about that … he oughta try that again.
SELMA
I can't tell why that Polish girl took my little brother away. If I'd known that my little brother was goin' to die, I'd ha' jumped at her throat first. Now little Gundofried's coffin stands on the stairs. I believe mama has convulsions an' is lyin' down in Quaquaro's alcove. An' me they wants to take to the charity organisation, Mrs. John.
[She weeps.
MRS. JOHN
Then you c'n be reel happy. They can't treat you worse'n you was treated at home.
SELMA
An' I gotta go to court! An' maybe they'll take me to gaol!