Did Sep: I’ll say that for him--tried so hard
To make himself plain, he got us both chucked out:
And I left him in the gutter, trying still.

JUDITH:
You’ve come from Bellingham hiring?

JIM:
I couldn’t stand
The dindum: felt fair-clumpered in that cluther--
Such a hubblyshew of gowks and flirtigigs,
Craking and cackling like a gabble of geese:
And folk kept looking: I might have been a bizen,
The way they gaped: so I thought I’d just win home
For a little peace and quiet. Where’s my daughter,
And this young cuckoo, calls himself my nephew,
And has made himself free and easy of my nest?
Ay, but you’ve fettled things nicely, the lot of you,
While I tramped the hungry roads. He’s pinched my job:
But I bear no grudge: it’s not a job I’m after,
Since I’ve a married daughter I can live with.
I’ve seen the world, a sight too much: and I mean
To settle down, and end my days in peace
In my old home.

JUDITH:
Your home? But you can’t stay here.

JIM:
You’ll see! Now that I’m home, I mean to clag