WILLIE. What way is that?
MAGGIE. You're leaving me to do the work, my lad.
WILLIE. I'll be getting back to my stool, Miss Maggie.
(_Moves to trap_.)
MAGGIE (_stopping him_). You'll go back when I've done with
you. I've watched you for a long time and everything I've seen,
I've liked. I think you'll do for me.
WILLIE. What way, Miss Maggie?
MAGGIE. Will Mossop, you're my man. Six months I've counted on
you and it's got to come out some time.
WILLIE. But I never--
MAGGIE. I know you never, or it 'ud not be left to me to do the
job like this.
WILLIE. I'll--I'll sit down. (_He sits in arm-chair, mopping
his brow_.) I'm feeling queer-like. What dost want me for?
MAGGIE. To invest in. You're a business idea in the shape of a
man.
WILLIE. I've got no head for business at all.
MAGGIE. But I have. My brain and your hands 'ull make a working
partnership.
WILLIE (_getting up, relieved_). Partnership! Oh, that's a
different thing. I thought you were axing me to wed you.
(_Moves up stage_.)
MAGGIE. I am.
WILLIE (_sitting in front of counter_). Well, by gum! And
you the master's daughter.
MAGGIE. Maybe that's why, Will Mossop. (_Moving up stage_.)
Maybe I've had enough of father, and you're as different from him
as any man I know.
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