MAGGIE. Are you afraid of her?
WILLIE (hesitates, then says). Yes.
MAGGIE. You needn't be.
WILLIE. Yes, but you don't know her. She'll jaw me till I'm black in the face when I go home to-night.
MAGGIE. You won't go home to-night.
WILLIE. Not go?
MAGGIE. You've done with lodging there. You'll go to Tubby Wadlow's when you knock off work and Tubby'll go round to Mrs. Figgins for your things.
WILLIE. And I'm not to go back there never no more?
MAGGIE. No.
WILLIE. It's like an 'appy dream. Eh, Maggie, you do manage things.