ALBERT. Me!
MAGGIE. There's the key. (Down to ALBERT, L., and hands it from her bag.) It's 39a, Oldfield Road.
ALBERT. Yes, but to push a hand-cart through Salford in broad daylight!
MAGGIE. It won't dirty your collar.
ALBERT. Suppose some of my friends see me?
(They both move up L.)
MAGGIE. Look here, my lad, if you're too proud to do a job like that, you're not the husband for my sister.
ALBERT. It's the look of the thing. Can't you send somebody from here?
MAGGIE. No. You can think it over. (She raises trap.) Tubby!
TUBBY (below). Yes, Miss. (He appears half-way up trap.) Why, it's Miss Maggie!