I brung the sandwiches.
[Mrs. Mulligan enters. She is the worse for liquor, and glad of a warm place to enjoy it. She slinks in rather furtively, and sits R. end of table. She is followed on by Mr. and Mrs. Henchley. He is a middle-aged and respectable locksmith. She is larger than he, and somewhat formidable.]
Mary Margaret
Good evening, Mrs. Mulligan.
Mrs. Mulligan
[With a hiccough]: It is not!
Grubby
[Aside to Mary Margaret]: Bums ... like that ... ain't got no business here.
Mr. Henchley