[Laughing.] I can see you.

Hornby.

Your brother sent me my fare to come here and told me I could do the chores. I didn’t know what they were. I found out it was doing all the jobs that it wasn’t anybody else’s job to do. And they call it God’s own country.

[Meanwhile Norah has put a couple of irons on the stove and now she gets the board. It is rather heavy for her.]

Norah.

I think you’re falling into the ways very well.

Hornby.

What makes you think that?

Norah.

[With a smile.] You can sit by and smoke your pipe, and watch me carry the ironing board about.