The Lady. I’ll try if you will tell me what is troubling you.
The Girl. Oh Gawd! She wants to know what’s troubling me, she does!
The Lady. Can’t you tell me? Perhaps I could help you.
The Girl. You said you done wrong things.—What was they?
The Lady. I—I don’t know exactly.
The Lady. Why I suppose I could think of lots of things but—
The Girl. She could “think of lots o’ things”! Has to stop to remember—O gee—guess she’ll get in.
The Lady. Oh please don’t laugh like that! Listen—Whatever you have done, no matter how dreadful, if you are sorry it will be all right—Don’t be afraid.
The Girl. Is that true?