Quite settled, father. (_Pushing
him_.) It's only the name we're arguing about. (_To_
WILL.) I won't have "late Hobson's", Will.
HOBSON. I'm not dead, yet, my lad, and I'll show you I'm not.
MAGGIE. I think Hobson and Mossop is best.
HOBSON. His name on my sign-board!
WILLIE. The best I'll do is this: Mossop and Hobson.
MAGGIE. No.
WILLIE. Mossop and Hobson or it's Oldfield Road for us, Maggie.
MAGGIE. Very well. Mossop and Hobson.
(WILL _moves_ L.)
HOBSON. But--
(MAGGIE _moves up stage_ R.)
WILLIE (_opening door and looking through_). I'll make some
alterations in this shop, and all. I will so. (_He goes through
door and returns at once with a battered cane chair_.)
HOBSON. Alterations in my shop! (_Goes_ C.)
WILLIE. In mine. Look at that chair. How can you expect the high-
class customers to come and sit on a chair like that? Why, we'd
only a cellar, but they did sit on cretonne for their trying on.
HOBSON. Cretonne! It's pampering folk.
(MAGGIE _comes down stage_ R.)
WILLIE. Cretonne for a cellar, and morocco for this shop. Folk
like to be pampered. Pampering pays. (_He takes the chair out
and returns immediately_.) There'll be a carpet on that floor,
too.
HOBSON. Carpet! Morocco! Young man, do you think this shop is in
Saint Ann's Square, Manchester?
WILLIE.
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