Benn.—Hullo! Daddy's boy! Hullo, 'Ector!
Mrs. Benn.—Stop your fooling. I want 'im to go asleep. 'E was all but off when I came in.
Benn (poking at the baby).—Hullo, 'Ector!
Mrs. Benn.—Nip around now and begin to l'y the tible while I put biby on the bed. There's brawn in that flat package, and there's a lettuce and some Chelsea buns.
(She goes into the other room. A door slams below. Benn goes to the window and looks down into the street. He gives his head a doleful shake and then returns to the table and begins to untie the packages. He abstracts a slice of brawn from one, two biscuits from another, and breaks of a piece of cheese. These he drops into the pocket of his coat.)
(She goes into the other room. A door slams below. Benn goes to the window and looks down into the street. He gives his head a doleful shake and then returns to the table and begins to untie the packages. He abstracts a slice of brawn from one, two biscuits from another, and breaks of a piece of cheese. These he drops into the pocket of his coat.)
Mrs. Benn (re-appearing).—Well, you are slow. 'Ere, let me. (She espies
