ALBERT. Oh, no, Maggie.
MAGGIE. Well, happen we'll be catching up with you before so long. We're only starting here. Good night.
ALBERT & ALICE Good night, Maggie.
(They go out, closing door. MAGGIE turns to WILL, putting her hands on his shoulders. He starts.)
MAGGIE. Now you've heard what I've said of you to-night. In twenty years you're going to be thought more of than either of your brothers-in-law.
WILLIE. I heard you say it, Maggie.
MAGGIE. And we're to make it good. I'm not a boaster, Will. And it's to be in less than twenty years, and all.
WILLIE. Well, I dunno. They've a long start on us.
MAGGIE. And you've got me. Your slate's in the bedroom. Bring it out. I'll have this table clear by the time you come back.
(She moves round to R. of table and hustles off the last remains of the meal, putting the flowers on the mantel and takes off cloth, placing it over the back of the chair, R. WILL goes to bedroom and returns with a slate and slate pencil. The slate is covered with writing. He puts it on table.)