Norah.
[With a little laugh.] Don’t be so silly.
[He gives her a look and then smiles quietly to himself.]
Taylor.
Well, I’m going to unpack my grip. [Pointing to the tea-things.] Wash up them things.
Norah.
[With a slight shrug of the shoulders.] I’ll wash them up in the morning.
Taylor.
Wash ’em up now, my girl. You’ll find the only way to keep things clean is to wash ’em the moment you’ve done with them.
[Norah looks at him with a slight smile on her face, but does not move.]