[{"node":{"title":"Hanna065","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna065","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Prodigal, Charlie","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna065","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/Hanna065_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"so\n\nhad tasted him coolly before the others, never betraying herself.\n\nShe remembered, with a wry smile, how furious she had been when he\n\nmimicked her one evening, as she lay spent and warm in his arms.\n\nNow her unmerited chance must have recognition. She retracted and\n\ndrew away from Frank a little, watching Hamilton all the time.\n\nThe weather released them. Sarah opened the door one morning\n\nto find' the world bathed in cold vibrating light. The snared raindrops\n\nquivered like jewels on the thatch; a prodigal starling, trembling\n\nwith ecstasy on the stable ridge, mimicked the son; learnt last spring\n\nfrom a merle in the apple-trees. Looking out on such a morning, with\n\nthe birdsong in her ears, the girl felt a great cloud lifting from her\n\nheart. Hamilton came down into the kitchen behind her. He put his\n\nhead out over her shoulder and sniffed, turning his sleep-heavy eyes\n\nup to the washed lofty sky. \"Isn't it fine to see it!\" she cried,\n\nsmiling at his dark unshaven face. You\u2019ll get a bit o' ploughing\n\ndone afore Christmas.\n\nIt's like Royal Charlie. But better late nor never, ' he\n\nanswered going back to the fire. When he had beaten his socks\n\nagainst the hearth-cheek and put them on, he said; Make me up a\n\npiece for the fields.\"\n\nAs they sat at breakfast Hamilton turned to Frank. There's a\n\nwheen potatoes not seeded yet. Ye may finish them, for I\u2019ll be\n\nplughing while the weather holds.\"\n\n\u201cI\u2019ve tae bring the mare up frae Burkes, but I\u2019ll dash them\n\noff after that answered Frank. He spoke with zest, smiling at\n\nHamilton and Sarah. When they had finished Sarah washed the dishes.\n","Type":"Text"}}]