Mrs. Sharp.
And you’re right, my dear, I couldn’t go back any more. If we lose our crop, well, we must wait till next year. We shan’t starve. One’s got to take the rough with the smooth, and take it all in all, it’s a good country.
[Frank Taylor comes in.]
Norah.
Frank.
Mrs. Sharp.
[Starting to her feet.] Where’s Sid?
Taylor.
Why he’s up at your place. Hulloa, Ed. I saw you coming along in the rig. Morning, Reg. I wasn’t expecting to see you.
Hornby.