I ain't sayin' nothin' but what's true, Mrs. John. MRS. JOHN Well, what is it? PAULINE My child ... MRS. JOHN [_Gives her a terrific box on the ear._] Say that again an' I'll bang my boots about your ears so that you'll think you're the mother o' triplets. An now: get outa here! An' don' never dare to show your face here again! PAULINE [_Starts to go. She shakes the door which is locked._] She's beaten me! Help! Help! I don' has to--stand that! No! [_Weeping._] Open the door! She's maltreated me, Mrs. John has! MRS. JOHN [_Utterly transformed, embraces PAULINE, thus restraining her._] Pauline! For God's sake, Pauline! I don' know what could ha' gotten into me! You jus' be good now an' quiet down an' I'll beg your pardon. What d'you want me to do? I'll get down _on_ my knees if you wants me to! Anythin'! Pauline! Listen! Let me do _some_thin'! PAULINE Why d'you go 'n hit me in the face? I'm goin' to headquarters and say as how you slapped me in the face. I'm goin' to headquarters to give notice! MRS. JOHN [_Thrusts her face forward._] Here! You c'n hit me back--- right in the face! Then it's all right; then it's evened up. PAULINE I'm goin' to headquarters ... MRS. JOHN Yes, then it's evened up. You jus' listen to what I says: Don't you see it'll be evened up then all right! What d'you want to do? Come on now an' hit me! PAULINE What's the good o' that when my cheek is swollen? MRS. JOHN [_Striking herself a blow on the cheek._] There! Now my cheek is swollen too. Come on, my girl, hit me an' don' be scared!--- An' then you c'n tell me everythin' you got on your heart. In the meantime I'll go an' I'll cook for you an' me, Miss Pauline, a good cup o' reel coffee made o' beans--none o' your chicory slop, so help me! PAULINE [_Somewhat conciliated._] Why did you has to go an' be so mean an' rough to a poor girl like me, Mrs. John? MRS. JOHN That's it'--that's jus' what I'd like to know my own self! Come on, Pauline, an' sit down! So! It's all right, I tells you! Sit down! It's fine o' you to come an' see me! How many beatin's didn't I get from my poor mother because sometimes I jus' seemed to go crazy an' not be the same person no more. She said to me more'n onct: Lass, look out! You'll be doin' for yourself some day! An' maybe she was right; maybe it'll be that way. Well now, Pauline, tell me how you are an' how you're gettin' along? PAULINE [_Laying down bank-notes and handfuls of silver, without counting them, on the table._] Here is the money: I don't need it. MRS. JOHN I don' know nothin' about no money, Pauline. PAULINE Oh, you'll know about the money all right! It's been jus' burnin' into me, that it has! It was like a snake under my pillow ... MRS. JOHN Oh, come now ... PAULINE Like a snake that crept out when I went to sleep. An' it tormented me an' wound itself aroun' me an' squeezed me so that I screamed right out an' my landlady found me lyin' on the bare floor jus' like somebody what's dead.