Norah.
I don’t very much like being ordered about.
Taylor.
You never paid much attention to me till to-day, I reckon.
Norah.
I was always polite to you.
Taylor.
Very. But I was the hired man, and you never let me forget it. You thought yourself a darned sight better than me because you could play the piano and speak French. But we ain’t got a piano, and there ain’t anyone as speaks French nearer than Winnipeg.
Norah.
What are you driving at?