• December Bride
  • Part Three



hedge to her left, and then Frank’s voice calling
quitely ’Andra!

    Hi, Andra!" She raised her head over
    the screen of daisies and saw Andrew looking over his
    shoulder expectantly. Frank called again and she
    watched the boy drop his spade and walk round the rig
    of the field beyond the rath. Creeping stealthly
    across the garden she peered through the hedge. Frank
    had climbed up through the young corn and was seated
    on a tumbled mound of the rath in such a way that she
    could clearly see his face. The boy stood before him,
    waiting for the man to speak.

    8"Aye, Frank? Ye called me?"

    "I called ye son, I wanted a word wi’ ye." The
    boy waited obediently before the man, but as the
    seconds dragged past in silence, stirred and glanced
    impatiently over his shoulder. "I wanted tee - "
    Frank halted again and Sarah saw the mounting resolve
    in his eyes. She tensed herself to break through the
    hedge when to her amazement Frank caught the boy to
    him and burst into tears. "My wee son!" he cried "My
    wee son!" She saw Andrew look round in distress, and
    then lay a soothing hand on the bowed head of the cripple.
    She crept down from the hedge, and stole back across the
    garden, as silently as she had come.

Frank, Hedge
Linen Hall Library, "Hanna221", Northern Ireland Literary Archive, accessed Fri, 04/19/2024 - 17:32, https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna221