Minnie and Luther were married six weeks ago. Minnie quit her career
MINNIE: I wish he'd come. If I didn't want him, he'd be here half-an-hour since. But just because I've got a pudding that wants eating on the tick . . . ! He--he's never up to the cratch; he never is. As if the day wasn't long enough!
(Sound of footsteps. She seizes a saucepan, and is rushing towards the door. The latch has clacked. LUTHER appears in the doorway, in his pit-dirt--a collier of medium height, with fair moustache. He has a red scarf knotted round his throat, and a cap with a Union medal. The two almost collide.)
LUTHER: My word, you're on the hop!
MINNIE (disappearing into scullery): You nearly made me drop the saucepan. Why are you so late?
LUTHER: I'm non late, am I?
MINNIE: You're twenty minutes later than yesterday.
LUTHER: Oh ah, I stopped finishing a stint, an'
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