[{"node":{"title":"Hanna088","Collections":"Part One","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna088","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ditch, Hawk","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna088","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/Hanna088_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"83\n\nChapter Twelve.\n\nNext morning, as usual, Sarah had the fire kindled and the kettle\nsinging before she heard the clump of feet in the room behind the hearth.\nFrank came down first and without speaking passed through the kitchen on\nhis way out to the \"ditch\", a stone wall under the rowan bushes, on which\nsat buckets and basins, filled, if it had been raining, with soft rainwater.\nIn the crevices between the stones were slips of fiery red and white soaps,\nthe toilet preparations of the Echlins. The young man cracked the ice on\nthe butt and filled his basin from it.\n\nWhen he came back into the kitchen again, fumbling behind the door\nfor the towel, Hamilton was seated at the fire, pulling on his heavy grey\nsocks which had been hanging on the crane. Frank, red and glowing, came\nover to the fire, and sat down on the opposite side of the hearth. Between\nthem, Sarah bent over the frying-pan, cooking the breakfast.\n\n\"I brought teeth for the harrow,\" said Hamilton, without looking up,\n\"will ye have time to knock them in the day?\" Frank sat rolling down his\nsleeves, his eyes fixed on his brother. Getting no answer Hamilton looked\nup, his face unshadowed and questioning. He did not repeat his question\nbut jerked his head in interrogation, \"Will ye?\"\n\nThe younger brother was angered at the simplicity of the question.\n\"No,\" he growled, \"I\u2019ve to go down to Stewartie Purdie's the day again\".\nSarah rose with their breakfast plates in her hands and in silence they\nfollowed her to the table and drew in their chairs.\n\nFrank sat tense and suspicious at the meal. He felt himself hang\nover the table like a hawk, heart and brain stilled and narrowed for a\n","Type":"Text"}}]