master, aren't you?

WILLIE. I've got my name wrote up on the windows, but I dunno so
much about being master.

MAGGIE (_producing card and moving down_ L. _to_ ALICE).
That's his business card, William Mossop, Practical Boot and Shoe
Maker, 39a, Oldfield Road, Salford. William Mossop, Master
Bootmaker! That's the man you're privileged to call by his
Christian name. Aye, and I'll do more for you than let you call
him in his name. Yon can both of you kiss him for your brother-
in-law to be.

WILLIE (_rising_). Nay, Maggie, I'm no great hand at kissing.

(VICKEY _and_ ALICE _are much annoyed_.)

MAGGIE (_dryly_). I've noticed that. A bit of practice will
do you no harm. Come along, Vickey.

ALICE (_interposing_). But, Maggie ... a shop of your own--

MAGGIE (_grimly_). I'm waiting, Vickey.

WILLIE. I don't see that you ought to drive her to it, Maggie.

MAGGIE. You hold your hush. (_Crosses_ R. _to_ VICKEY.)

ALICE. But however did you manage it? Where did the capital come
from?