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.)