FREDDY. He looked fast enough. Aren't I to come to the church? MAGGIE. Yes, if you do that quick enough to get there before we're through. FREDDY. All right. (_He goes out_ L., _pocketing the paper_. MAGGIE _follows him to the door_.) MAGGIE. Now there's that hand-cart. Are we to take it with us? ALBERT. To church! You can't do that. WILLIE. I'll take it home. (_Slight move_.) MAGGIE. And have me waiting for you at the church? That's not for me, my lad. ALBERT. You can't very well leave it where it is. MAGGIE. No. There's only one thing for it. You'll have to take it to our place, Albert. 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! 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. MAGGIE. It's church we're going to, not the dentist's. WILLIE. I know. You get rid of summat at dentist's, but it's taking summat on to go to church with a wench, and the Lord knows what. MAGGIE. Sithee, Will, I've a respect for church. Yon's not the place for lies. The parson's going to ask you will you have me and you'll either answer truthfully or not at all. If you're not willing, just say so now, and-- WILLIE. I'll tell him "yea". MAGGIE. And truthfully? WILLIE. Yes, Maggie. I'm resigned. You're growing on me, lass. I'll toe the line with you. (ALICE _and_ VICKEY _enter_ R. _in their Sunday clothes--the same at which_ HOBSON _grew indignant in Act I_. MAGGIE _takes_ WILLIE _across to_ L.) ALICE. We're ready, Maggie. MAGGIE. And time you were. It's not your weddings that you're dressing for. (_By trap_.) Come up, Tubby, and keep an eye on things. VICKEY. (_to_ WILL). Will, have you got the ring? MAGGIE. I have. Do you think I'd trust him to remember? (MAGGIE _goes off with_ WILL. VICKEY _and_ ALICE _are following, laughing_. TUBBY _comes up trap and throws old shoes after them_.) CURTAIN.