Taylor.

What d’you think of it?

Norah.

I don’t know.

Taylor.

I built it with my own hands. Every one of them logs was a tree I cut down myself. You wait till the morning and I’ll show you how they’re joined together at the corners. There’s some neat work there, my girl, I guess.

Norah.

Here’s the kettle.

[He pours water into it from the pail, and she puts the kettle on the stove.]

Taylor.