Nora.
Fancy wasting your time with such a trifle, Mr. Varlie.
Varlie.
Don’t fret. I ain’t wastin’ my time. I came around your homestead with the big dump of machinery. And I am like the elephant’s trunk, calculated to pull up a tree or pick up a pin. (Laughter.) I’m picking up more than you think, maybe.
Loveday.
(Smiling and counting the people.) One, two, three, why there are six of us, if we have one each all round! You don’t mean to tell me that you have six tin openers in your pocket?
Varlie.
Yep. ’N I’ve got a pack horse over there with sixty on it, and sixty dozen in Dunedin, and sixty thousand where they came from! Now, you’ll have one, Miss?
Loveday.
Yes, I will.