side the door, then it opens, and Mrs. Benn, her baby on one arm, the other laden with packages, appears. She is a strong-looking woman, but her broad face is pale and tired. She is not very dirty, considering that she has been charing all day long. She throws her husband a half contemptuous, half-motherly look, as she marches past him to the table and begins to lay her packages thereon.)
Benn (deprecatingly).—You're a bit early, eh?
Mrs. Benn (cryptically).—I'd need to be, after the d'y's work I done.
Benn (brightly).—'Ow's biby?
Mrs. Benn.—Nurse said 'e was a bit peevish this morning. I expect 'is rash was botherin' 'im but 'e was all laughin' and crowin' when I went in. Nurse says there ain't a finer kiddie in the nursery.
(Benn comes and peers down at the bundle on her arm.)
(Benn comes and peers down at the bundle on her arm.)
