FREDDY (L. _of counter, smilingly_). She got it out of me,
Vickey.

VICKEY. I don't know that it's any business of yours, Maggie.

(_The positions now are_ VICKEY R., MAGGIE R. C., FREDDY C.,
WILL _up_ L. C., ALICE _down_ L. C.)

MAGGIE. You'll never get no farther with it by yourselves from
what I hear of father's carryings-on.

VICKEY. That's your fault. Yours and his. (_Moving behind
counter and indicating_ WILLIE, _who is trying to efface
himself at the back_.)

MAGGIE (_sharply_). Leave that alone. I'm here to help you
if you'll have my help.

(VICKEY _would say "No" but--_)

FREDDY. It's very good of you, Miss Maggie, I must say. Your
father has turned very awkward.

MAGGIE. I reckon he'll change. Has your young man been in yet
this morning, Alice? (_Moves to desk_.)

(FREDDY _moves to_ VICKEY _and leaning across the counter
carries on a mild flirtation with her_.)

ALICE (_indignantly_). My young--