[{"node":{"title":"Hanna052","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna052","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Affair, Fireplace","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna052","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna052_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"47\n\nforgotten before the sod's healed over him.\u201d\n\n\"Let us be, Martha\" said Hamilton uneasily, turning a cup in\n\nhis hands. Frank stirred in the doorway but stood with his back to\n\nthem, listening.\n\n\"It's your own affair\" said the old woman, rising. \"But I\u2019ll see\n\nto it that Sarah doesn\u2019t go that road.\"\n\n\u201cQuit it!\u201d shouted Sarah. \"Ye keep op talking o' me'as if I was\n\na helpless wean! Ye can go to your church if ye will, but your no\n\ntaking me!\u201d\n\n\"Very well, then\" said her mother. \u201cWe\u2019re leaving this house as\n\nsoon as we can gather our wheen o' things thegither.\"\n\nThe girl turned and clutched Hamilton\u2019s arm. \"Hami, will ye give\n\nme a job here?\" She cried. Her eyes searched his face, and the man winced\n\nin her grasp.\n\nHe released his arm from her fingers and crossed to the fireplace.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s not for me toe interfere between you and your daughter, Martha.\n\nYou\u2019re welcome tae bide here as long as ye wish, and I can't hinder ye if\n\nye want to go, for you\u2019re neither blood nor kin tae us. You\u2019ve done your\n\nwork well, and if ye go we maun get another. But go or stay, singly or\n\ntogether, you\u2019re as .free as the birds o* the air. That's my word.\"\n\nFor a long time mother and daughter looked at each other. The girl's\n\npale lips scarcely moved. \"I'm staying\u201d she said.The old woman turned\n\naway to the door of the lower room, leaning faintly for a moment on the\n\nhandle.\n\nShe set about collecting her belongings with silent diligence. She\n\naccepted Frank\u2019s shamefaced offer of a wooden case for her linens. Of\n","Type":"Text"}}]