HOBSON. Oh, he won't make a change.
MRS. HEPWORTH. How do you know? The man's a treasure, and I expect you underpay him.
HOBSON. That'll do, Willie. You can go.
WILLIE. Yes, sir.
(He dives down trap. MAGGIE closes it.)
MRS. HEPWORTH. He's like a rabbit.
MAGGIE. Can I take your order for another pair of boots, Mrs. Hepworth?
MRS. HEPWORTH. Not yet, young woman. But I shall send my daughters here. And, mind you, that man's to make the boots. (She crosses L.)
MAGGIE. (Up at doors and opening them.) Certainly, Mrs. Hepworth.
MRS. HEPWORTH. Good morning.