Gertie.
Let this be a lesson to you, my girl.
[Norah starts at the words. It is the last straw.]
Norah.
Frank, will you wait a minute?
Taylor.
[A little surprised.] Sure. What can I do for you?
Norah.
I’ve understood that I’m not wanted here. I’m in the way. You said just now you wanted a woman to cook and bake for you, wash and mend your clothes, and keep your shack clean and tidy. Will I do?
Taylor.