MAGGIE. Oh, so it's her mother made this match!
WILLIE. She had above a bit to do with it.
MAGGIE. I've got no mother, Will.
WILLIE. You need none, neither.
MAGGIE. Well, can I sell you a pair of clogs, Miss Figgins?
ADA. No. Nor anything else.
MAGGIE. Then you've no business here, have you? (Moves up to doors and opens them.)
ADA (going to him). Will, are you going to see me ordered out?
WILLIE. It's her shop, Ada.
ADA. You mean I'm to go like this?