Enter from the garden MORTON LESLIE, a big fair man, clean-shaven, lazy and good-natured. CHARLEY follows.
LESLIE. I nearly smashed your husband, Mrs. Wilson . . . Good day, Miss Maggie—and I’m sure I’ve absolutely killed Mr. Wilson’s beans.
CHAR. If you don’t the birds will—and if they don’t the worms will—and—how can you expect anything to grow in that garden?
LESLIE. I thought it was such an excellent Small Holding! What about the carrots?
CHAR. Pah! Carrots! Why not peaches? Come on, Leslie! I’ve got the papers in the other room.
CHARLEY lifts the curtain and they go into front room.
LILY. I’m afraid Charley must be tired. He seems quite irritable.
MAGGIE. So am I when I get home from business. [Throwing out her arms and smiling at LILY.] No more shop for me in a month or two, Lil.
LILY. [excitedly.] You’re going to marry Mr. Foster?
MAGGIE nods.