NATALIE Oh, it's you!

GLASSMAN How do you do, Natalie?

NATALIE You must excuse my apron -- I was shelling peas. Why haven't you been here for such a long time? Sit down. Won't you have some lunch?

GLASSMAN No, thank you, I've eaten already.

NATALIE A smoke then?

(she offers Glassman a box of cigars)

The weather is splendid now, but yesterday it was so wet that the fieldhands couldn't do anything all day.

(She lights his cigar.)

How much hay have you stacked? We had the entire north field cut, and now I'm not at all pleased about it because I'm afraid my hay may rot. I ought to have waited a bit.

(Glassman coughs from the cigar.)

NATALIE (cont'd) Are you all right?

GLASSMAN Yes, it's just my chest.

NATALIE You should smoke more often - it's a natural expectorant. Strengthens the