Norah.

It contains all I own in the world.

Taylor.

I guess it don’t do that. Since this morning you own a half share in a hundred and sixty acres of as good land as there is in Manitoba and a mighty fine shack.

Norah.

To say nothing of a husband.

Sharp.

Where d’you want this put?

Taylor.

It ’ud better go in the next room right away, or we shall be falling over it.