MAGGIE. You can sit on one to-night and see.
VICKEY. You know, mended up, those chairs would do very well for my kitchen when I'm wed.
ALICE. Yes, or for mine.
MAGGIE. I reckon my parlour comes afront of your kitchens, though.
VICKEY. Parlour! I thought you said you'd only one living-room.
MAGGIE. Then it might as well be called a parlour as by any other name. (Crosses to doors, L., and opens them.) Put the chairs on the hand-cart, Will.
(WILL goes out to street.)
And as for your kitchens, you've got none yet, and if you want my plan for you to work, you'll just remember all I'm taking off you is some crippled stuff that isn't yours and what I'm getting for you is marriage portions.
ALICE. What? (Moves to C.)
VICKEY. Marriage portions, Maggie!