[{"node":{"title":"Hanna134","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna134","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Autumn, Knocknadreemally","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna134","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/Hanna134_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff128\n\nSarah turned from the mirror where she war arranging her hair\nunder her hat. I'll leave him off at Agnes's til I get back.\u201d\n\n\"Aye. He'll bo all right there, 1 don't doubt,\" said Hamilton\nrathar reluctantly as he withdrew.\n\nSarah Lifted tho boy from his crib, pulled a woollen cap on his\nhead, pinned a large shawl around him, and after bolting the halfdoor\nbehind her, carried him out to the trap. Frank had already gone to the\nfields and Hamilton was in the byre from where he appeared when he\nheard the click of the pony's hooves as it moved off.\n\n\"Will ye be back afore dark?\" he called.\n\n\"Aye, long afore dark!\u201d\n\n\"Well, I might take a dander up to Agnes's and meet ye. Heh! my\nbold boy,\" he cried to the baby, \"So long now!\" Sarah jerked the reins,\nclicked her tongue at the pony, who set off with stiff carefully placed\nforelegs down the steep rocky descent.\n\nIt was a glorious autumn morning with a feint tang of frost in\nthe air, and the climbing sun promised heat Inter in the day. As they\ndrove along the road a vermilion leaf or two came flutttering down from\nthe trees, and high above the swallows sped and circled with their\nflittering crescent wings.\n\nAs the pony wound up Knocknadremally, Sarah saw Agues and Bridie\nDineen standing on the road at the top of tht hill. Agnes had a hen\nunder her arm, and the other woman, round whose skirts two or three\nchildren swung sad played, had a tin basin in her hand, that gleamed\nand waned as it was struck by one of the shouting children.\n","Type":"Text"}}]