Lies! Lies! You says that my child ain't my child!
SELMA
Why, you ain't had no child at all, Mrs. John!
MRS. JOHN
[Embraces her husband's knees.] Oh, that ain't true at all!
JOHN
You leave me alone, Henrietta! Don' dirty me with your hands!
MRS. JOHN
Paul, I couldn't do no different. I had to do that, I was deceived myself an' then I told you about it in my letter to Hamburg an' then you was so happy an' I couldn't disappoint you an' I thought: it's gotta be! We c'n has a child this way too an' then …