(VICKEY would say "No" but—)
FREDDY. It's very good of you, Miss Maggie, I must say. Your father has turned very awkward.
MAGGIE. I reckon he'll change. Has your young man been in yet this morning, Alice? (Moves to desk.)
(FREDDY moves to VICKEY and leaning across the counter carries on a mild flirtation with her.)
ALICE (indignantly). My young—
MAGGIE. Albert Prosser.
ALICE. No.
MAGGIE. Do you expect him?
ALICE. He's not been here so often since you and Willie Mossop got—
MAGGIE (sharply). Since when?