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Brighouse, Harold, 1882-1958

"Hobson's Choice"

Water runs. He is seen
flourishing towels_. FRED _is following when_ WILLIE
_calls him back and takes tray to table_.)
WILLIE. Fred, would you like it yourself with--with a wench like
Maggie? (_Goes_ R. C.)
FREDDY. That's not the point. It wasn't me she married.
WILLIE. It's that being alone with her that worries me, and I did
think you'd stand by a fellow man to make things not so strange
at first.
ALBERT (_coming down, with a dishcloth_). That's not the way
we look at it. Hurry up with those cups, Fred. (_Goes to_
FRED _up stage_ R.)
(MAGGIE _enters with_ VICKEY _and_ ALICE _in outdoor
clothes_.)
MAGGIE. Have you broken anything yet, Albert?
ALBERT (_indignantly_). Broken? No. (_Takes cup from tray
and wipes it_.)
MAGGIE. Too slow to, I expect.
FREDDY. I must say you don't show much gratitude.
ALBERT. Aren't you at all surprised to find us doing this?
MAGGIE. Surprised? I told you to do it.
FREDDY. Yes, but--(_Takes tray up stage_, L.)
MAGGIE (_taking towel from him_). You can stop now. I'll
finish when you're gone. (_Moves down_ R.)
(_Knock at door upstairs_, R.)
ALICE. Who's that?
MAGGIE. Some one who can't read, I reckon. You hung that card on
door, Will?
WILLIE. Aye, it's there.


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