(ALICE _comes down again_.)
ALBERT. What's the price of these?
MAGGIE. A pound.
ALBERT. A pound! I say--
MAGGIE. They're good boots, and you don't need to buy a pair of
laces to-day, because we give them in as discount. (VICKEY
_goes back to counter_.) Braid laces, that is. Of course, if
you want leather ones, you being so strong in the arm and
breaking so many pairs, you can have them, only it's tuppence
more.
ALBERT. These--these will do.
MAGGIE. Very well, you'd better have the old pair mended and I'll
send them home to you with the bill. (_She has laced the second
boot, rises, and moves towards desk_ L., _throwing the boot
box at_ VICKEY, _who gives a little scream at the
interruption of her reading_. ALBERT _gasps_.)
ALBERT. Well, if anyone had told me I was coming in here to spend
a pound I'd have called him crazy.
MAGGIE. It's not wasted. Those boots will last. Good morning, Mr.
Prosser. (_She holds door open_.)
ALBERT. Good morning. (_He looks blankly at_ ALICE _and
goes out_.)
ALICE. Maggie, we know you're a pushing sales-woman, but--
MAGGIE (_returning to_ R. _she picks up old boots and puts
them on rack up_ R.). It'll teach him to keep out of here a
bit. He's too much time on his hands.
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