(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!
MAGGIE. I thought we'd just drop in. Vickey, what's this that Mr.
Beenstock's telling me about you and him?
VICKEY (_sullenly_). If he's told you I suppose you know.
FREDDY (L. _of counter, smilingly_). She got it out of me,
Vickey.
VICKEY. I don't know that it's any business of yours, Maggie.
(_The positions now are_ VICKEY R., MAGGIE R. C., FREDDY C.,
WILL _up_ L. C., ALICE _down_ L. C.)
MAGGIE. You'll never get no farther with it by yourselves from
what I hear of father's carryings-on.
VICKEY. That's your fault. Yours and his. (_Moving behind
counter and indicating_ WILLIE, _who is trying to efface
himself at the back_.)
MAGGIE (_sharply_). Leave that alone. I'm here to help you
if you'll have my help.
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