[{"node":{"title":"Hanna101","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna101","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Cottage, Heat","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna101","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/Hanna101_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"95\n\nmind. When her work was done, she put a shawl over her hood, drew the door\nand started for her mother\u2019s cottage. As she walked along the road,\nstumbling blindly over the rough places, she kept turning in her mind what\nshe would say. But as the end of her Journey grow nearer her pace\nslackened, and she stopped irresolute in the rood. Slowly, with lagging\nsteps, she approached the top of the hill looking down on her old home.\n\nShe saw her mother come out and gather peat from the stack at the corner\nof the house. When she had filled her basket, tho old woman raised her\nhead and looked up the road, shading her eyes with her hand. The woman on\nthe hilltop stole into the shadow of the hedge and loaned her arms on the\ncurved bough of an ashtree. She saw her mother raise the basket and go\nindoors and in a second a fresh puff of smoke leaned away from the chimney\nand trailed like an azure veil over the fields. Tears ran down the face of\nthe woman standing in the hedge, she turned away, walking slowly on the\nroad she had come.\n\nDown in the cottage, Martha had lowered the kettle on tho crane and\nset out two cups and a sugar basin and a milk Jug on the table. She\nhurried to the door to see again the figure she had seen below the trees.\nThere was no one there and the road was empty as far as the eye could see.\n\nShe stood in the doorway till she grew cold, but no one came. At\nlast she turned and went back into the house. She sat down in her chair\nbefore the fire. The kettle sang and at last spluttered up, rocking its\nlid. She sat there for a long time staring numbly into the fire.\nOccasionally she rubbed her hands down her legs which had a strange\nburning feeling in them now, when she sat too near the heat.\n","Type":"Text"}}]