The slate
is covered with writing. He puts it on table_.)
MAGGIE. Off with your Sunday coat now. You don't want to make a
mess of that.
(_He takes coat off and gets rag from behind screen and brings
it back to table. He hangs his coat on a peg_, R.)
What are you doing with that mopping rag?
WILLIE. I was going to wash out what's on the slate.
MAGGIE. Let me see it first. That's what you did last night at
Tubby's after I came here?
WILLIE. Yes, Maggie.
MAGGIE (_sitting at table up_ R. C., _reading_). "There
is always room at the top." (_Washing it out_.) Your
writing's improving, Will. I'll set you a short copy for to-
night, because it's getting late and we've a lot to do in the
morning. (_Writing_.) "Great things grow from small." Now,
then, you can sit down here and copy that!
(_He takes her place at the table_. MAGGIE _watches a moment,
then goes to fire-place and fingers the flowers_.)
I'll put these flowers of Mrs. Hepworth's behind the fire, Will.
We'll not want litter in the place come working time to-morrow.
(_She takes up basin, stops, looks at_ WILL, _who is bent over
his slate, and takes a flower out, throwing the rest behind the
fire and going to bedroom with the one_.)
WILLIE (_looking up_).
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