ALBERT. Ah!
ALICE (rising and following him, C.). Well, I think we ought to be getting home, Maggie.
MAGGIE (rising, as do the rest. VICKEY and FREDDY move up stage). I shouldn't marvel. I reckon Tubby's a bit tired of looking after the shop by now, and if father's wakened up and come in—
ALICE. That's it. I'm a bit nervous.
MAGGIE. He'll have an edge on his temper. Come and put your hats on.
(She is going L., with ALICE and VICKEY, then stops.)
Willie, we'll need this table when they're gone. You'd better be clearing the pots away.
WILLIE (by table, R.) Yes, Maggie.
(MAGGIE turns to L.)
FREDDY. But—you—