C.) It matters
to the boots. (_She pushes him slightly_.) Sit down, Mr. Prosser.
ALBERT (_sitting in arm-chair_ R. C.) Yes, but--
(MAGGIE _is on her knees and takes off his boot_.)
MAGGIE. It's time you had a new pair. These uppers are
disgraceful for a professional man to wear. Number eights from
the third rack, Vickey, please.
ALICE (_moving down a little_). Mr. Prosser didn't come in
to buy boots, Maggie.
(VICKEY _comes down to_ MAGGIE _with box which she
opens_.)
MAGGIE. I wonder what does bring him in here so often!
(ALICE _moves back to behind counter_.)
ALBERT. I'm terrible hard on bootlaces, Miss Hobson.
(MAGGIE _puts a new boot on him and laces it_.)
MAGGIE. Do you get through a pair a day? You must be strong.
ALBERT. I keep a little stock of them. It's as well to be
prepared for accidents.
MAGGIE. And now you'll have boots to go with the laces, Mr.
Prosser. How does that feel?
ALBERT. Very comfortable.
MAGGIE. Try it standing up.
ALBERT (_trying and walking a few steps_). Yes, that fits
all right.
MAGGIE. I'll put the other on.
ALBERT. Oh no, I really don't want to buy them.
MAGGIE (_pushing him_). Sit down, Mr. Prosser. You can't go
through the streets in odd boots.
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