Yes, but to push a hand-cart through Salford in broad
daylight!
MAGGIE. It won't dirty your collar.
ALBERT. Suppose some of my friends see me?
(_They both move up_ L.)
MAGGIE. Look here, my lad, if you're too proud to do a job like
that, you're not the husband for my sister.
ALBERT. It's the look of the thing. Can't you send somebody from
here?
MAGGIE. No. You can think it over. (_She raises trap_.)
Tubby!
TUBBY (_below_). Yes, Miss. (_He appears half-way up
trap_.)
Why, it's Miss Maggie!
MAGGIE. Come up, Tubby. You're in charge of the shop. We'll all
be out for awhile.
TUBBY. I'll be up in half a minute, Miss Maggie. (_He goes down
and closes trap_.)
MAGGIE. Well, Albert Prosser?
ALBERT (_up_ L.). I suppose I must.
MAGGIE. That's right. We'll call it your wedding gift to me, and
I'll allow you're putting yourself out a bit for me.
(_Going with him to the door. He goes. She turns and comes
to_ C.)
Well, Will, you've not had much to say for yourself to-day. Howst
feeling, lad?
WILLIE. I'm going through with it, Maggie.
MAGGIE. Eh?
WILLIE. My mind's made up. I've got wrought up to point. I'm
ready.
MAGGIE. It's church we're going to, not the dentist's.
WILLIE. I know. You get rid of summat at dentist's, but it's
taking summat on to go to church with a wench, and the Lord knows
what.
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