Look at them—comin' in! oh my; wait till mother sees the pair of them.
William John Granahan comes in leading a ragged looking bearded tramp with an old fiddle tucked under his arm.
William John Granahan.
Now we're hame, and we'll get a drop to drink and a bite to eat, Mr. Fiddler.
He goes over to fireplace and stands with his back to the fire.
Take a sate at the fire and warm yourself.
No one offers a seat to the tramp who stands puzzled looking and swaying in a drunken manner in the kitchen, slightly in front of Samuel James, who remains seated beside dresser engaged in taking off his leggings.
Ellen. Get us a drop o' tay and give this poor misguided cratur somethin' to eat.
Ellen.