[Chuckling.]

Da got ahoult of him at Buckna cross roads and right or wrong he'd
have him home wi' him to show Robbie John what fiddlin' brings a man
till.

ELLEN.

[Severely.]

Its my mind that you and father have been stayin' too long in the
public house, Samuel James.

[William John Granahan and tramp fiddler
can be seen outside window.]

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.

[Moves over to dresser and then stands at
door into room. She evidently disapproves
of the tramp and does not offer to obey.
The grandfather rises in disgust and
moves his chair nearer the fireplace
away from the tramp.]

TRAMP.

[To Ellen.]

Your pardon noble lady, I intrude. Your pardon signor I incommode you.
Times change and so do men. Ladies and gentlemen behold in me the one
time famous leader of the Blue Bohemian Wind and String Band that had
the honour of appearing before all the crowned heads of Europe.

WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.

God bless me, d'you say so mister? D'ye hear that Robbie John.
There's a fiddler for you and see what comes of it.

TRAMP.

Perhaps with your permission I may ventu