MRS. HEPWORTH (standing R. of trap). Are you Mossop?
WILLIE. Yes, mum.
MRS. HEPWORTH. You made these boots?
WILLIE (peering at them). Yes, I made them last week.
MRS. HEPWORTH. Take that.
(WILLIE, bending down, rather expects "that" to be a blow. Then he raises his head and finds she is holding out a visiting card. He takes it.)
See what's on it?
WILLIE (bending over the card). Writing?
MRS. HEPWORTH. Read it.
WILLIE. I'm trying. (His lips move as he tries to spell it out.)