I've heard it was that way on. Somebody's home will have
to go.
ALICE. I don't think I can be expected to come back to this after
what I've been used to lately.
HOBSON. Alice!
ALICE. Well, I say it ought to be Maggie, father. She's the
eldest. (_Moves to above table_.)
HOBSON. And I say you're--
(_What she is we don't learn, as_ VICKEY _enters
effectively and goes effusively to_ HOBSON, R. ALICE _moves
round to_ L.)
VICKEY. Father, you're ill! (_Embracing him_.)
HOBSON. Vickey! My baby! At last I find a daughter who cares for
me.
VICKEY. Of course I care. Don't the others? (_Releasing herself
from his grasp_.)
HOBSON. You will live with me, Vickey, won't you?
VICKEY. What? (_She stands away from him_.)
MAGGIE. One of us is needed to look after him.
VICKEY. Oh, but it can't be me. In my circumstances, Maggie!
MAGGIE. What circumstances?
ALICE. Don't you know?
MAGGIE. No.
(VICKEY _whispers to_ MAGGIE.)
HOBSON. What's the matter? What are you all whispering about?
MAGGIE. Father, don't you think you ought to put a collar on
before Will comes? (_Goes to him_, R.)
HOBSON. Put a collar on for Will Mossop? There's something wrong
with your sense of proportion, my girl.
VICKEY (_moving_ C.
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