MAGGIE. Sithee, Will, I've a respect for church. Yon's not the
place for lies. The parson's going to ask you will you have me
and you'll either answer truthfully or not at all. If you're not
willing, just say so now, and--
WILLIE. I'll tell him "yea".
MAGGIE. And truthfully?
WILLIE. Yes, Maggie. I'm resigned. You're growing on me, lass.
I'll toe the line with you.
(ALICE _and_ VICKEY _enter_ R. _in their Sunday clothes--the
same at which_ HOBSON _grew indignant in Act I_. MAGGIE
_takes_ WILLIE _across to_ L.)
ALICE. We're ready, Maggie.
MAGGIE. And time you were. It's not your weddings that you're
dressing for. (_By trap_.) Come up, Tubby, and keep an eye
on things.
VICKEY. (_to_ WILL). Will, have you got the ring?
MAGGIE. I have. Do you think I'd trust him to remember?
(MAGGIE _goes off with_ WILL. VICKEY _and_ ALICE _are
following, laughing_. TUBBY _comes up trap and throws old
shoes after them_.)
CURTAIN.
[Illustration] Reddish brick walls. Plaster falling off in
places. Very old square carpet. Fire burning. No ornaments. Tin
box on mantelpiece. A few plates, workbasket and tin boxes on
dresser. Shoes, clogs on top of dresser. Old coloured tablecloth
on table. Roll of leather, etc.
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