There's fourpence for the ring. Gather it up,
Vickey. (_Putting down money and trying on rings_.)
ALICE. Wedded with a brass ring!
MAGGIE. This one will do. It's a nice fit. Alice, you haven't
entered that sale in your book. No wonder you're worried with the
accounts if that's the way you see to them. (_She comes down_
L. C. and puts ring in her bag_.)
ALICE. I'm a bit too much astonished at you to think about
accounts. A ring out of stock!
MAGGIE. They're always out of some one's stock.
VICKEY. Well, I'd think shame to myself to be married with a ring
like that.
MAGGIE. When folks can't afford the best they have to do without.
VICKEY. I'll take good care I never go without.
MAGGIE. Semi-detached for you, I suppose, and a houseful of new
furniture.
ALICE. Haven't you furnished?
MAGGIE. Partly what. We've made a start at the Flat Iron Market.
(_Sits_ L. _of_ WILLIE.)
ALICE. I'd stay single sooner than have other people's cast-off
sticks in my house. Where's your pride gone to, Maggie?
MAGGIE. I'm not getting wed myself to help the furnishing trade
along. I suppose you'd turn your nose up at second-hand stuff,
too, Vickey?
VICKEY. I'd start properly or not at all. (_Goes to desk_,
L.)
MAGGIE.
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