MAGGIE. Protest, but kiss.
(VICKEY goes to and kisses WILL, who finds he rather likes it. She moves back R., then goes up to case up R. and starts dusting furiously.)
Your turn now, Alice.
ALICE. I'll do it if you'll help me with these books, Maggie.
MAGGIE. Books? Father's put you in my place? (Goes L. C.)
ALICE. Yes.
MAGGIE. Then he must take the consequences. Your books aren't my affair.
ALICE. I think you might help me, Maggie.
(VICKEY glances back at WILL.)
MAGGIE. I'm surprised at you, Alice, I really am, after what you've just been told. Exposing your books to a rival shop. You ought to know better. Will's waiting. And you're to kiss him hearty now.