MAGGIE. Very well, you'd better have the old pair mended and I'll
send them home to you with the bill. (_She has laced the second
boot, rises, and moves towards desk_ L., _throwing the boot
box at_ VICKEY, _who gives a little scream at the
interruption of her reading_. ALBERT _gasps_.)

ALBERT. Well, if anyone had told me I was coming in here to spend
a pound I'd have called him crazy.

MAGGIE. It's not wasted. Those boots will last. Good morning, Mr.
Prosser. (_She holds door open_.)

ALBERT. Good morning. (_He looks blankly at_ ALICE _and
goes out_.)

ALICE. Maggie, we know you're a pushing sales-woman, but--

MAGGIE (_returning to_ R. _she picks up old boots and puts
them on rack up_ R.). It'll teach him to keep out of here a
bit. He's too much time on his hands.

ALICE. You know why he comes.

MAGGIE. I know it's time he paid a rent for coming. A pair of
laces a day's not half enough. Coming here to make sheep's eyes
at you. I'm sick of the sight of him. (_Crosses in front of
counter to_ L.)

ALICE. It's all very well for an old maid like you to talk, but
if father won't have us go courting, where else can Albert meet