<> Hanna012 Part One Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna012 Manuscript Andrew, Martha English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna012 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna012_0.jpg LHL Archive Andrew Echlin sent word to Mrs Gomartin that he would have her come up to Rathard at her convenience. Accordingly, the next evening, Martha and her daughter entered the close before the Echlin's farmhouse. A collie rose dustily from a corner of the close and stretching out his neck, barked at the two women. They heard the screech of a chair pushed back on the tiled floor of the kitchen, and Andrew appeared on the threshold, twisting his fingers in his beard. “Come in, Martha" he said smiling at his neighbour and her daughter. The Echlins had worked late at some distance from the farmhouse and were now seated at their evenly meal. When Martha had spoken to the two sons, who ducked their head in answer, she and Sarah took seats along the wall close to the door. Andrew reached down cups and saucers from the dresser and filled them with dark pungent tea. ..hen he added milk the tea turned to a bright unappetising brown. Only the faintest thread of vapour rose from the cups. He watched Martha take one sip and then 3et her cup aside on the shelf of the sewing-machine, her daughter held her cup cradled in her lap. The old man laughed apologetically. "Ye can see, Martha. There's hands wanted here." MrS Gomartin was cautious. She studied the roughly set table and the choked hearth. "Things might be red up a wee-thing, Andrew,” she agreed, "Well, there ye are now" said Andrew slapping his leg softly. The young men and the young woman studied each other discreetly in passing glances. The seated men were framed in the long black oak dresser on the shelves of which rested row on row of cottage-blue and willow-pattern plates, the women itched to be at the soot that masked their bright faces. The mother saw them sparkling; the daughter saw them sparkling and ranked in symmetry of size and shape. But not a sign was made. Martha, her hands resting lightly Text