<> Hanna151 Part Two Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna151 Manuscript Wine, Reddish English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna151 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna151_0.jpg LHL Archive 145 Chapter Twelve Time, and Agnes’s ipecacuanha wine rid little Andrew of his whooping- cough and the only reminder he had of his illness was a peculiar singing note in his ears, which remained with him when he had recovered. Sarah would discover him lying in same out-of-the-way corner with a strange rapt look on his face as he listened to the rushing noise, like a tiny waterfall in his head* "Water, mammy," he would say, "water," and press his fresh young cheek against hers, but his mother could never hear the water, and eventually as he became used to it, he ceased to mention it any more. He was a swift inquisitive child, strong limbed, with fair reddish hair and dark eyes. He had Frank’s short square fingers, and in those unguarded moments when the initiated claim to perceive the parentage, he showed a resemblance to the younger brother. He spent most of his time with Hamilton in the outhouses among the animals or in the fields, and sometimes, as he considered some childish task his face would take the some pondering look, and he would splay his tiny legs as the man splayed his. It was a great day in Hathard when his third birthday arrived and he discarded his petticoats for ever and was buttoned into his first knee-breeches. Sarah invited Agnes and Petie for the great ocassion, and Hamilton, who carried the message to Knoeknadreemally, suggested to Agnes that she might bring young Con Dineen with her, now a boy of four. But when the old couple arrived they were alone. "Did ye no fetch Owen’s wean?” asked Hamilton as they came into the kitchen. Text