Norah.
Oh, I wish I could. I wish to God I could.
Marsh.
You know she can’t do that. There’s nowhere she can go. I’ve offered her a home. You were quite willing when I suggested having her here.
Gertie.
I was willing because I thought she’d make herself useful. We can’t afford to feed folks as don’t earn their keep. We have to work for our money, we do.
Norah.
I didn’t know you grudged me the little I eat. I wonder if I should if I were in your place.
Marsh.
Look here, it’s no good talking. I’m not going to turn her out. As long as she wants a home the farm’s open to her. And she’s welcome to everything I’ve got.