Nora, Gordon and Others Together
Wonderful! I say, that’s neat. Fancy that now! That’s a difference from my young days.
Varlie.
She won’t carry machinery or dead weight like that—but all your ordinary freight—flour, groceries—all you want out from the city—she’ll take in your fruit so that you can sell it fresh in town instead of letting it rot on your trees—she—
Gordon.
Have you sold any around here?
Varlie.
Sold any? Why, there’s scarcely a station that isn’t ordering one.
Nora.
We must, dad must!