Three Lancashire Plays: The Game; The Northerners; Zack

by Harold Brighouse

MRS. METHERELL. Our Jack doesn't carry on that road.

MRS. WILMOT. He'll have it out of you yet. He's quiet and deep.

MRS. METHERELL (confidently). He's safe enough.

MRS. WILMOT. Till he breaks out.

MRS. METHERELL. He's never broken yet.

MRS. NORBURY. You're lucky, then.

MRS. METHERELL. It isn't luck. It's the way you go about it with them.

MRS. NORBURY (enviously). Yours gets good money, too.

MRS. METHERELL. And I see it all. We've a use for a bank-book in this house.

MRS. WILMOT. I wish I saw the half of what mine get. Always crying out for more, but not to give it me. Some of them wouldn't be happy if they'd their own motor-car.