WILLIE. But I never—
MAGGIE. I know you never, or it 'ud not be left to me to do the job like this.
WILLIE. I'll—I'll sit down. (He sits in arm-chair, mopping his brow.) I'm feeling queer-like. What dost want me for?
MAGGIE. To invest in. You're a business idea in the shape of a man.
WILLIE. I've got no head for business at all.
MAGGIE. But I have. My brain and your hands 'ull make a working partnership.
WILLIE (getting up, relieved). Partnership! Oh, that's a different thing. I thought you were axing me to wed you. (Moves up stage.)
MAGGIE. I am.
WILLIE (sitting in front of counter). Well, by gum! And you the master's daughter.
MAGGIE. Maybe that's why, Will Mossop. (Moving up stage.) Maybe I've had enough of father, and you're as different from him as any man I know. (Sits L. of him.)