TUBBY. He'll play old Harry if he comes in and finds us doing nowt in the workroom. VICKEY. Then do something. We're not stopping you. (_Rises and moves over to_ R.) TUBBY (_turning on her_). You're not telling me neither. And I'm supposed to take my orders from the shop. ALICE. I don't know what to tell you. Nobody seems to want any boots made. TUBBY. The high-class trade has dropped like a stone this last month. Of course we can go on making clogs for stock if you like. ALICE. Then you'd better. TUBBY. You know what's got by selling clogs won't pay the rent, let alone wages, but if clogs are your orders, Miss Alice--(_He moves towards trap_.) ALICE. You suggested it. TUBBY. I made the remark. (_Starts going down_.) But I'm not a rash man, and I'm not going to be responsible to the master with his temper so nowty and all since Miss Maggie went. ALICE. Oh, dear! What would Miss Maggie have told you to do? TUBBY. I couldn't tell you that, Miss, I'm sure. I don't recollect things being as slack as this in her time. VICKEY. You don't help us much for an intelligent foreman. TUBBY. When you've told me what to do, I'll use my intelligence and see it's done properly. ALICE. Then go and make clogs. TUBBY. Them's your orders? ALICE. Yes. TUBBY. Thank you, Miss Alice. (TUBBY _goes down trap and closes it_.) ALICE (_rises and moves up_ L.). I wonder if I've done right? VICKEY. That's your look-out. ALICE. I don't care. It's father's place to be here to tell them what to do. VICKEY. Maggie used to manage without him. ALICE. Oh, yes. Go on. Blame me that the place is all at sixes and sevens. (_Coming down to desk_.) VICKEY. I don't blame you. I know as well as you do that it's father's fault. He ought to look after his business himself instead of wasting more time than ever in the "Moonraker's," but you needn't be snappy with me about it. ALICE. I'm not snappy in myself. (_Sitting at desk_.) It's these figures. I can't get them right. What's 17 and 25? VICKEY (_promptly_). Fifty-two, of course. ALICE. Well, it doesn't balance right. Oh, I wish I was married and out of it. (_Closes book_.) VICKEY. Same here. ALICE. You! (_Rises_.) VICKEY. You needn't think you're the only one. ALICE. Well, you're sly, Vickey Hobson. You've kept it to yourself. VICKEY. It's just as well now that I did. Maggie's spoilt our chances for ever. Nobody's fretting to get Willie Mossop for a brother-in-law. (MAGGIE _enters, followed by_ FREDDY BEENSTOCK _and then_ WILL. MAGGIE _and_ WILL _are actually about to be married, but their dress does not specially indicate it. They are not in their older clothes, and that is all_. FREDDY _is smarter than either, though only in his everyday dress. He is not at all a blood, but the respectable son of a respectable tradesman, and his appearance is such as to justify his attractiveness in_ VICKEY'S _eyes_. WILL, _very shy, remains up_ L. C. _near the counter_.) ALICE. Maggie, you here!