WILLIE. I play the Jew's harp.

MAGGIE. That's what you see in him, is it? A gawky fellow that
plays the Jew's harp?

ADA. I see the lad I love, Miss 'Obson.

MAGGIE. It's a funny thing, but I can say the same.

ADA. You!

WILLIE. That's what I've been trying to tell you, Ada, and--and,
by gum, she'll have me from you if you don't be careful.

MAGGIE. So we're quits so far, Ada.

ADA. You'll pardon me. You've spoke too late. Will and me's
tokened. (_She takes his arm_.)

MAGGIE. That's the past. It's the future that I'm looking to.
What's your idea for that?

ADA. You mind your own business, Miss 'Obson. Will Mossop's no
concern of thine.

WILLIE. That's what I try to tell her myself, only she will have
it it's no use.

MAGGIE. Not an atom. I've asked for your idea of Willie's future.
If it's a likelier one than mine, I'll give you best and you can