Well, Will, you've not had much to say for yourself to-day. Howst
feeling, lad?

WILLIE. I'm going through with it, Maggie.

MAGGIE. Eh?

WILLIE. My mind's made up. I've got wrought up to point. I'm
ready.

MAGGIE. It's church we're going to, not the dentist's.

WILLIE. I know. You get rid of summat at dentist's, but it's
taking summat on to go to church with a wench, and the Lord knows
what.

MAGGIE. Sithee, Will, I've a respect for church. Yon's not the
place for lies. The parson's going to ask you will you have me
and you'll either answer truthfully or not at all. If you're not
willing, just say so now, and--

WILLIE. I'll tell him "yea".

MAGGIE. And truthfully?

WILLIE. Yes, Maggie. I'm resigned. You're growing on me, lass.
I'll toe the line with you.

(ALICE _and_ VICKEY _enter_ R. _in their Sunday clothes--the