[She shows her several wire snares.
MRS. WOLFF
[Without losing her equanimity in the slightest.] I suppose them are snares?
MRS. MOTES
We found them quite in the neighbourhood here! Scarcely twenty paces from your garden.
MRS. WOLFF
Lord love you! The amount of poachin' that's done here!
MRS. MOTES
If you were to keep a sharp lookout, you might actually catch the poacher some day.