Trotter.
I wouldn’t go back to England now, not for nothing. England! Eighteen bob a week, that’s what I earned, and no prospects. Out of work five months in the year.
Norah.
What did you do in England?
Trotter.
Gertie.
You needn’t call her miss. Norah’s her name. You call me Gertie, don’t you?
Trotter.
What with strikes an’ bad times you never knew where you was. And the foreman bullying you. I don’t know what all. I ’ad about enough of it, I can tell you. I’ve never been out of work since the day I landed. I’ve had as much to eat as I wanted and I’m saving money. In this country everybody’s as good as everybody else.