One to live and work in and the
other to sleep in.
ALICE. Well, it 'ud not suit me.
VICKEY. Nor me.
MAGGIE. It suits me fine. And when me and Will are richer than
the lot of you together, it'll be a grand satisfaction to look
back and think about how we were when we began.
(WILL _appears_ R. _with two crippled chairs and begins to
cross the shop_.)
VICKEY (_stopping him_). Just a minute, Will. (_She
examines the chairs_.) These chairs are not so bad.
MAGGIE. You can sit on one to-night and see.
VICKEY. You know, mended up, those chairs would do very well for
my kitchen when I'm wed.
ALICE. Yes, or for mine.
MAGGIE. I reckon my parlour comes afront of your kitchens,
though.
VICKEY. Parlour! I thought you said you'd only one living-room.
MAGGIE. Then it might as well be called a parlour as by any other
name. (_Crosses to doors_, L., _and opens them_.) Put the
chairs on the hand-cart, Will.
(WILL _goes out to street_.)
And as for your kitchens, you've got none yet, and if you want my
plan for you to work, you'll just remember all I'm taking off you
is some crippled stuff that isn't yours and what I'm getting for
you is marriage portions.
ALICE. What? (_Moves to_ C.)
VICKEY. Marriage portions, Maggie!
(FREDDY _re-enters, accompanied by_ ALBERT.
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