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Brighouse, Harold, 1882-1958

"Hobson's Choice"

Not altogether. We've had help.
ALBERT. Ah!
VICKEY. It's a mystery to me where you got it from.
MAGGIE. Same place as those flowers, Albert.
ALBERT. Hot-house flowers, I see. (_He rises and examines
them_.) I was wondering where they came from.
(VICKEY _and_ FREDDY _smell flowers_.)
MAGGIE. Same place as the money, Albert.
ALBERT. Ah!
ALICE (_rising and following him_, C.). Well, I think we
ought to be getting home, Maggie.
MAGGIE (_rising, as do the rest_. VICKEY _and_ FREDDY
_move up stage_). I shouldn't marvel. I reckon Tubby's a bit
tired of looking after the shop by now, and if father's wakened
up and come in--
ALICE. That's it. I'm a bit nervous.
MAGGIE. He'll have an edge on his temper. Come and put your hats
on.
(_She is going_ L., _with_ ALICE _and_ VICKEY,
_then stops_.)
Willie, we'll need this table when they're gone. You'd better be
clearing the pots away.
WILLIE (_by table_, R.) Yes, Maggie.
(MAGGIE _turns to_ L.)
FREDDY. But--you--
ALBERT. Oh, Lord!
(_They laugh_.)
MAGGIE (_quite calmly_). And you and Fred can just lend him
a hand with the washing up, Albert.
FREDDY. Me wash pots!
VICKEY (_really outraged_). Maggie, we're guests.
MAGGIE. I know. Only Albert laughed at Willie, and washing up
'ull maybe make him think on that it's not allowed.


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