MAGGIE. Come up, Tubby. You're in charge of the shop. We'll all be out for awhile.
TUBBY. I'll be up in half a minute, Miss Maggie. (He goes down and closes trap.)
MAGGIE. Well, Albert Prosser?
ALBERT (up L.). I suppose I must.
MAGGIE. That's right. We'll call it your wedding gift to me, and I'll allow you're putting yourself out a bit for me.
(Going with him to the door. He goes. She turns and comes to C.)
Well, Will, you've not had much to say for yourself to-day. Howst feeling, lad?
WILLIE. I'm going through with it, Maggie.
MAGGIE. Eh?
WILLIE. My mind's made up. I've got wrought up to point. I'm ready.