MAGGIE. Is there supposed to be some disgrace in him?
ALICE. You ask father if there's disgrace. And look at me. I'd hopes of Albert Prosser till this happened.
MAGGIE. You'll marry Albert Prosser when he's able, and that'll be when ho starts spending less on laundry bills and hair cream. (Goes to R.)
(HOBSON enters from the street.)
HOBSON. Well, what about that dinner? (Comes C.)
(The positions are MAGGIE R., VICKEY up R. C., HOBSON up C., ALICE L. C.) MAGGIE. It'll be ready in ten minutes.
HOBSON. You said one o'clock.
MAGGIE. Yes, father. One for half-past. If you'll wash your hands, it'll be ready as soon as you are.
HOBSON. I won't wash my hands. I don't hold with such finicking ways, and well you know it. (Sits in front of counter.)
VICKEY. Father, have you heard the news about our Maggie? (Down R. C.)