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    <id>715</id>
    <title>Hanna135</title>
    <updated>Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:58</updated>
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    <collections>Part Two</collections>
    <contributor>Linen Hall Library</contributor>
    <coverage>1951</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, April 7, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Hanna135</identifier>
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    <keywords>Cottage, Agnes</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>﻿129

The faint clip-clop of the pony&#039;s hooves reached the women on
the hilltop. In a moment Bridli Dineen had gathered her children into
her, and after a few hurried words to Agnes, swept them and herself
out of the sun into the shadowy firelit depths of here cottage.

Agnes waited until the trap drew up beside her. &quot;How are ye,
Sarah?&quot; she asked, and then as she saw the small shawled figure in the
crook of Sarah’s arm, she cried &quot;Ah, did ye bring the wee fella! Give
us him down here.&quot; Sarah climbed down with the baby in her arms. &quot;l’m
going on an errand to Ardpatrick, and I was wondering would ye look
after him ’til I get back?&quot;

&quot;Aye, God bless him, I’ll dae it with a heart and a half.&quot;

Two or three of the children had crept out again from Bridie’s
cottage and now stood blinking at Sarah and the handsome trap. Sarah
glanced at them. &quot;Tell me, Agnes, why did the Dineen woman go indoors
when she saw me? She went off like a clockin hen when it hears a
magpie!&quot;*

&quot;Och, dont heed her, she said she smelt a pot boiling over.&quot;

&quot;It was a quare pot boiling over! look at her noq, keeking at
us through the window, Heth, but she’s a sleeked one, that.&quot;

Agnes cuffed the hen that was pecking listlessly at her hard
freckled arm. &quot;Och, she’s like many another. She was learned as a
child tae stick taw the highroad for this,&quot; and herw she nodded at
Bridie&#039;s children, &quot;and she’s irked when she finds another has ta’en
a short cut through the dykes, and arrived wi’ as much honour and more
ease.&quot;

Sarah did not know what to make of this. She searched Agnes’s
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