How are you getting on with that fire?
Norah.
All right.
Taylor.
I guess I’ll get some water.
[He takes a pail and goes out. He is heard pumping. Norah gets up, lifts the lamp so as to see better, and looks round. She is pale, and has a frightened look. She does not hear Frank come in, and starts violently when he speaks to her.]
Taylor.
Having a look at the shack?
Norah.
[Putting the lamp down.] How you startled me.