I guess I shan’t be sorry.

[The clearing away is finished. Gertie gets a large metal basin and puts it on the table. Norah fetches the kettle and pours hot water into the basin. They begin washing up.]

Gertie.

I’ll do the washing, Norah, and you can dry.

Norah.

All right.

Gertie.

I’ve noticed the things aren’t half clean when I leave them to you to do.

Norah.

I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?