I says something about it didn't seem right to me, and one them
Hunnyacks called me a boor-jaw. Well, then I talked to Miss Gorodna
about it.
GIBSON: What did Miss Gorodna say?
CARTER: Miss Gorodna says: "But you both get enough, don't you?"
GIBSON: Well, don't you?
CARTER [_scratching his head_]: Yes, plenty; and it _sounds_ all right,
them and me gittin' the same; but I can't just seem to work it out in my
mind how it _is_ right. [_Cheering up._] Mr. Mifflin says himself,
though, it's just wonderful! And we certainly are makin' great money!
GIBSON: Then all you poor are getting rich?
CARTER: Yes; looks like we will be.
[_During these speeches_ NORA _has appeared, or rather her head
and shoulders have, above the hedge. She has come along the
hedge and now stands halting at the gate. She wears a becoming
autumn dress and hat, in excellent taste; carries a slim
umbrella. She has a beautifully bound book in her hand._]
NORA [_opening the gate_]: Do you mind my coming in the side gate, Mr.
Gibson?
[GIBSON, _startled by her voice, turns abruptly from_ CARTER
_to stare at her, speaks after a pause, slowly._]
GIBSON: No, I don't mind what gate you come in.
NORA [_coming down to join them_]: How do you do! [_Gives him her
hand._]
GIBSON: How do you do!
CARTER [_on the other side of her_]: How do you do, Miss Gorodna!
NORA [_for a brief moment confused that she has not noticed_ Carter]:
Oh--oh, how do you do, Mr.
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