[MOTHER, spoken]
Oh! Get Kathleen!

[LITTLE BOY, spoken]
What's wrong?

[MOTHER, spoken]
Get Kathleen, I tell you! Call the doctor!

[KATHLEEN, spoken]
Is it alive? Oh, please, God, let it be!

[MOTHER, spoken]
It's alive. It's a Negro child. It's a newborn baby boy. 

(sung)
What kind of woman
Would do such a thing?
Why in God's name
Is my husband not here?
I'm such a fool

Why did I say
He was free to go?
What am I to do?
Where are your instructions
My dear?
You left me lists
Everything in lists
Well, your little lists
Aren't very helpful
I fear
Each day the maids
Trudge up the hill
The hired help arrives
I never stopped to think
They might have lives
Beyond our lives

[POLICEMAN, spoken]
We found her in the cellar of a home on the next block. She's a washwoman there. Her name is Sarah. 

[MOTHER, spoken]
Where will you take her?

[POLICEMAN, spoken]
To the charity ward. Eventually she will have to stand charges. 

[YOUNGER BROTHER, spoken]
What charges?

[POLICEMAN, spoken]
Well, attempted murder, I should think. 

[MOTHER, spoken]
What's going to happen to the baby?

[DOCTOR, spoken]
They have places for unfortunates like this. 
[MOTHER, spoken]
I will take responsibility for mother and child. Please take Miss Sarah inside. 

(sung)
What kind of woman
Would do what I've done?
Open the door
To such chaos and pain

You would have gently closed the door
And gently turned the key
And gently told me not to look
For fear what I might see

What kind of woman
Would that have made me?