<> Hanna156 Part Two Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna156 Manuscript Sarah, Andrew English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna156 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna156_0.jpg LHL Archive 150 he s»w her, and taking her hand led her to Agnes’s cottage. "I saw ye with Petie at the linthole," she said, smiling down at him, ’were ye swimming a boat?” ”No. We were watching the wee black birds docking in the water. Ma,” he said as they were passing Dineen’a cottage, Sarah looking straight ahead. "I was going to play marlies wi’ the wee fella that lives in there, but his ma called on him to come in.” Sarah stopped abruptly, her face flushing with anger. "Andra," she said, shakin his hand to give her words emphasis, "if I ever catch ye speaking to one of that breed, i’ll draw my hand across the side of your head. D’ye hear me?" "Aye,” "I’ll no let ye come back to Petie and Agnes," a threat that had much greater effect on the child. The boys were to see each other again that evening, for the last time. It was the evening hour, between darkness and light, when blue wraiths creep over the fields, the white dust ceene for a moment to be luminous, and dark little winds come to roost in the hedges. This is the time theft country children, reprieved from bed for another minute dart round the houses in their bare feet, their hearts full of a delicious terror of the dusk. Andrew, tiring of the talk, went out and sat on the wall. Con was kneeling disconsolately in the window of his house, staring out at the glowing twilight. The eyes of the boys met in a long searching stare. Each w«s searching the other for that longed-for acknowledgment. When both of them, with poisoned words still percolating through their young minds, witheld it, there could be only one result, Andrew screwed Text