MAGGIE. Try it standing up.

ALBERT (_trying and walking a few steps_). Yes, that fits
all right.

MAGGIE. I'll put the other on.

ALBERT. Oh no, I really don't want to buy them.

MAGGIE (_pushing him_). Sit down, Mr. Prosser. You can't go
through the streets in odd boots.

(ALICE _comes down again_.)

ALBERT. What's the price of these?

MAGGIE. A pound.

ALBERT. A pound! I say--

MAGGIE. They're good boots, and you don't need to buy a pair of
laces to-day, because we give them in as discount. (VICKEY
_goes back to counter_.) Braid laces, that is. Of course, if
you want leather ones, you being so strong in the arm and
breaking so many pairs, you can have them, only it's tuppence
more.

ALBERT. These--these will do.