[{"node":{"title":"Hanna152","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna152","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bridie, Gifts","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna152","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/Hanna152_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff146\n\nAgnes shook her head impatiently. \"I did not.\u201d\n\n\"And why for not?\u201d persisted Hamilton, as she lifted up Andrew.\n\n\"I went into Bridie\u2019s and told her that ye bid Con to Rathard for Andra\u2019s\nbirthday. \u2019That's kindly o' Mr Echlin,' says she, \u2019but I'm no sure he can\ngo. His da's no at home.' And then she goes lilting round the house\nand making no shift to wipe the wean's face. 'Bridie,' says I, 'leave over\nyour fooling like a good woman, and answer me - is the wean coming or no?\n'Ach, Agnes,' says she, 'sure I havena a clean jersey to put on the cratur.'\nBut I could see by the look o' her that it was only a put-off. 'Peh,' says\nI and left her.\"\n\n\"Maybe you\u2019re satisfied now\" cried Sarah, her eyes bright with\nanger.\n\n\"Maybe the wean hadna a clean Jersey for all my knowing or your\nknowing,\" returned Hamilton calmly, and said no more about.it.\n\nBut this initial unpleasantness was soon forgotten, and they sat\ndown to the birthday tea. The young Andrew sat at the head of the table\nin his grandfather's great rope-bottomed chair and had three slices of\ndeil's bun, a dark rich bread flavoured with treacle, spice and fruit,\nand usually kept for Hallowe\u2019en.\n\nAfter the tea the gifts, Agnes brought him an old silver caddy\nspoon with which to sup his porridge; Petie gave him a money-box made\nfrom a cows horn; Sarah hanselled him by dropping a brand new shilling\ninto his breek\u2019s pocket; Hamilton gave him a carved boretree whistle,\nand,Frank, slipping out mysteriously amid all the gift-giving, came\nback again leading a black-nosed, delicate-footed kid.\n\n\"What d'ye say to that now, son?\" asked Sarah.\n","Type":"Text"}}]