(_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.)