MAGGIE. Then you'll neither of you have any objections to my clearing out the lumber-room upstairs. (Rises.) We brought a hand-cart round with us. (Nudges WILL.)
(WILL rises and takes his coat off. He has detachable cuffs which he places carefully on the arm-chair.)
VICKEY. You made sure of things.
MAGGIE. Yes. Get upstairs, Will. I told you what to bring.
ALICE. Wait a bit. (Crosses to C.)
MAGGIE. Go on. (Moves R. slightly.)
(WILL goes into the house.)
ALICE. Let me tell you if you claim the furniture from your old bedroom—(up to MAGGIE),—that it's my room now, and you'll not budge a stick of it.
MAGGIE. I expected you'd promote yourself, Alice. But I said lumber-room. There's a two-three broken chairs in the attic and a sofa with the springs all gone. You'll not tell me they're of any use to you.
ALICE. Nor to you, neither.