[{"node":{"title":"Hanna133","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna133","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Ardpatrick, Breakfast","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna133","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/Hanna133_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff127\n\ndistance he heard the faint trumpet-note 6f a cock# It\u2019s still the\nscraich o\u2019 dawn,\" he grumbled, pulling the blankets over his head, \"What\ndoes she want to be moving about at this hour for?\" HE peered over at\nHamilton\u2019s bed and saw that it was empty.\n\nHe was awakened again by Hamilton coming into the room to dress.\n\"Ye may rise, he said, for Sarah's wanting to get away to Ardpatrick\nthis morning, on an errand.\n\n\"Who's driving her in?\"\n\n\"She\u2019ll drive the wee pony herself. Rise now, like a good man, and\nno be detaining her.\" Frank yawned, swung his legs out of bed, pulled\ndown his shirt, and rubbed his face vigorously with his hand. I\u2019m glad\nwe didnae buy them bits o\u2019 posts , yesterday, he said. Hamilton smiled\nand nodded. \"We were well guided to let then be,' he answered.\n\nWhen Frank went down to the kitchen he found that Sarah was already\ndressed in her Sabbath clothes. \"Will ye bring back two or three packets\no' fegs wi' ye?\" he asked, laying some money on the table. \"Oh, and a\nbit o' plug for Petie.\" Then Hamilton remembered a few things that he\nwanted, and as Sarah supped her porridge and buttermilk she scribbled\ndown the purchases she had to make.\n\nImmediately the meal was finished she washed up, brushed the floor\nand tended the fire. There was an air of urgency and decision in her\nmovements as she hurried about the house, pushing the men aside and\nknocking tho brush against their chairlegs as they sat for their brief\nafter-breakfast smoke. Unable to bear it any longer they went out into\nthe close to finish their pipes. A few minutes later Hamilton came to\nthe door. \"I\u2019ve yoked the pony. what'11 ye do with the wean?\"\n","Type":"Text"}}]