[{"node":{"title":"Hanna122","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna122","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bridie, Frank","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna122","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/Hanna122_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff116\n\nChapter Six\n\nThe brother had been lifting their potato crop in \"dribs and drabs,\"\nas they say in the townland, but now, with the ripening of the MOurne\nBanners, Stars of Down and other early breeds, they set about the work in\nearnest.\n\nIt was impossible for Sarah to go into the fields so Agnes Sampson\nbrought her neighbour, Bridie Dineen, to help with the lifting. Bridie\nwas a thin autumn-faced woman, with a crest of red hair pinned up that\ngave her the look of a hen. She had another heniike quality, for even\nwhen she was alone, she walked with a short hesitant step as if she was\nafraid of trampling one of her many children. Outside her own house she\nspoke to her neighbours with that courteous but evasive briefness that\nmarks the Catholic in a Protestant district.Before she had set her foot\nin the kitchen of Bathard Sarah disliked her.\n\nWhen the dinner was ready Sarah went down to the rowans and called\non the potato-picke. Agnes and the woman Dineen were bent over the same\ncreel. At the sound of her cry Sarah saw the redhaired stranger look up\nand lay her hand on Agne\u2019s arm. The old woman straightened her back\npainfully and nodded. As Sarah turned back to the house she saw the\nwoman staring after her.\n\nThe harvesters came up from the field, their boots shapeless masses\nof clay. Hamilton led the horse, Frank came with Petie and Agnes with\nBridie. The stopped at the ditch to wash hands and scrape their boots,\nand Sarah took them out a towel. One by one they dried their hands and\ncame in, all but Bridie. Not wanting to leave the stranger alone, Sarah\n","Type":"Text"}}]