<> Hanna155 Part Two Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna155 Manuscript Dineen, Petie English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna155 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna155_0.jpg LHL Archive 149 laughed he knew that it was the insistent, ever-present singing in his own ears that he heard. In the heart of a tiny rock-fringed knowe she taught him to plant a garden with cowslips and marigolds. Then, in the evening, when Petie came in, and before his mother came to fetch him home, he would sit with the old man on the long stone before the door, and Petie would play his flute or whistle below his breath while he beat out the rhythm of a lambeg drum with two twigs on the legs of his moleskin trousers, and the dogs, stretched in the warm dust, snapped at flies and cuffed each other lazily. He never spoke to Con Dineen. One afternoon as he climbed Knockna- dreemally he saw the read-headed boy sitting with Petie on the low wall that separated the little pebbled closes before the cottages. Fingering the marbles in his pocket, Andrew quickened his step, but as he appeared in sight of Dineen’s window he heard Mrs Dineen call "Co-o-oni Con, come in at once, I’m needing you"" and the boy with a long reluctant look at Andrew, went indoors with hanging bead. "What happened to the other wee fella?" asked Andrew of Petie. "Didn’t ye hear his ma calling on him?” "Will he be lot out tae play marlies wi' me?" "Son, Con’s a papish." "Aye. Will he be let out tae play marlies wi' me?" "Did ye hear what I telt ye, Andra?" But the simple child, ignorant of the wisdom of his elders persisted in his question until Petie led him away to watch the waterhens on the linthole behind the cottages. That evening when his mother came for him he was sitting on the road sifting the warm white dust through his toes. He jumped up when Text