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!

(FREDDY _re-enters, accompanied by_ ALBERT.)

MAGGIE (_to_ VICKEY _and_ ALICE). You'd better put your
hats on now, or you'll be late at the church. (_Gets
between_ ALICE _and_ VICKEY, C.)

VICKEY. But aren't we to know first--?