MAGGIE. Not us. (Goes to R.) I'll have my sisters there when I get wed. It's at one o'clock at St. Philip's. (Sits R.)
VICKEY. But we can't leave the shop to come.
MAGGIE. Why not? Is trade so brisk?
VICKEY. No, but—
(WILLIE sits in front of counter.)
MAGGIE. Not so much high-class trade doing with you, eh?
ALICE. I don't see how you knew.
MAGGIE. I'm good at guessing. You'll not miss owt by coming with us to church, and we'll expect you at home to-night for a wedding-spread.
VICKEY. It's asking us to approve.
MAGGIE. You have approved. You've kissed the bridegroom and you'll go along with us. Father's safe where he is. (Rises and crosses L.)