[{"node":{"title":"Hanna070","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna070","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Loitered, Puddles","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna070","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/Hanna070_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"65\n\nChapter Twelve\n\nShe did not go down to her mother\u2019s house on the next day nor the\nnext. But on the third morning after Sorleyson\u2019s visit, immediately after\nbreakfast, she tidied herself and made ready to go. She was alnoe in the\nhouse; Frank had left early to go down to Purdie\u2019s farm, and as it was\nFriday, market-day, Hamilton was preparing to go into Belfast. hen\nhe came into the kitchen he noticed that she had her outdoor dress on.\n\"I\u2019m going down to my mother's,'' she explained, pinning up her hair at\nthe little mirror.\n\n\"H'm\" he said and loitered about for a while before he went out.\n\nHe was back again before she was finished. I\u2019ll be passing ^our mother\u2019s\nhouse in a while, * he said in a strange hurried way. \"sould ye like tac\ncome on into Belfast wi' me?\"\n\nThe girl's eyes lit up. \u2019Yes - yes, I would like that fine.\u201d Then\nher mouth dropped. \"But, oh no, there\u2019s the fowl and Frank\u2019s dinner.\"\nHamilton waved his hand. \u201cNever mind that. Frank\u2019ll be staying on at\nPurdie's for a while end Petie Sampson can come up tae the fowl. '\n\"D\u2019ye think it\u2019ll be all right, then?\" Hamilton nodded and she\nsmiled at him, pleased and strangely shy.\n\nIt was still early morning when she set out for her mother\u2019s house\nbut the ice on the puddles was already starred by early market-carts. On\nher left hand the sun drove up a herd of coral-red clouds and drab little\nwinter birds fled from the horse-droppings as she approached.\nThe kitchen of her old home was empty when she reached it, but the\n","Type":"Text"}}]