TUBBY. Thank you, Miss Alice.

(TUBBY _goes down trap and closes it_.)

ALICE (_rises and moves up_ L.). I wonder if I've done
right?

VICKEY. That's your look-out.

ALICE. I don't care. It's father's place to be here to tell them
what to do.

VICKEY. Maggie used to manage without him.

ALICE. Oh, yes. Go on. Blame me that the place is all at sixes
and sevens. (_Coming down to desk_.)

VICKEY. I don't blame you. I know as well as you do that it's
father's fault. He ought to look after his business himself
instead of wasting more time than ever in the "Moonraker's," but
you needn't be snappy with me about it.

ALICE. I'm not snappy in myself. (_Sitting at desk_.) It's
these figures. I can't get them right. What's 17 and 25?

VICKEY (_promptly_). Fifty-two, of course.

ALICE. Well, it doesn't balance right. Oh, I wish I was married
and out of it. (_Closes book_.)