WILLIE. It's not a working day with us. It's a wedding-day.
ALICE. You've been married this morning!
MAGGIE. Not us. (_Goes to_ R.) I'll have my sisters there when
I get wed. It's at one o'clock at St. Philip's. (_Sits_ R.)
VICKEY. But we can't leave the shop to come.
MAGGIE. Why not? Is trade so brisk?
VICKEY. No, but--
(WILLIE _sits in front of counter_.)
MAGGIE. Not so much high-class trade doing with you, eh?
ALICE. I don't see how you knew.
MAGGIE. I'm good at guessing. You'll not miss owt by coming with
us to church, and we'll expect you at home to-night for a
wedding-spread.
VICKEY. It's asking us to approve.
MAGGIE. You have approved. You've kissed the bridegroom and
you'll go along with us. Father's safe where he is. (_Rises and
crosses_ L.)
ALICE. And the shop?
MAGGIE. Tubby can see to the shop. And that reminds me. You
_can_ sell me something. There are some rings in that drawer
there, Vickey.
VICKEY. Brass rings?
MAGGIE. Yes. I want one. That's the size. (_She holds up her
wedding-ring finger and moves to the counter_.)
VICKEY. That! But you're not taking it for--
(VICKEY _puts box of rings on counter_.)
MAGGIE. Yes, I am. Will and me aren't throwing money round, but
we can pay our way.
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