The Lady. No, no, never mind that. Tell me if you want to, tell me—about it.
The Girl. An’ I aint sorry for what cum first—him—it was all I ever had; that time, that little weeny time!
The Lady. Wait a moment—wouldn’t you rather have a clergyman?
The Girl. No! There’s one comes ’round here. I don’ want to tell him nothin’.
The Lady. Very well—go on.
The Girl. It was so little, and it squawked! It squawked awful!
The Lady. Oh—don’t!
The Girl. You don’t want me to tell ye?
The Lady. Yes, yes.
The Girl. Oh what’s the use? What’s the use? You can’t do nothin’. Nobody kin. I aint sorry! The kid’s better dead, lots better. It’s what cum after—I’m so dirty! I’m so dirty! I’ll never get clean! Oh, what’s gona happen when I die? What’s gona happen? An’ I gotta die soon!