That’s a pity. We’re terribly short of crockery. We shall have to drink our tea out of tins now.
Norah.
I said I wouldn’t wash them and I haven’t washed them.
Taylor.
They don’t need it now, I guess.
Norah.
I think I’ve won.
Taylor.
[With a smile.] Sure. Now take the broom and sweep up all the darned mess you’ve made.
Norah.