[{"node":{"title":"Hanna204","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna204","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Threshing, Signal","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna204","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/Hanna204_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff197\n\ntelling Hamilton and Frank about their neighbours'\nthreshing, and the difficulty he had moving the\ncumbersome machinery from one farm to another. The\nboy crumbled his buttered farl while he watched the\nothers lift the white cushions of bread between their\ndark, work-stained fingers, caught the glimpse of\nteeth as they opened their mouths and engulfed the\nbread, and fell asleep, lulled by their blurred and\nfloury speech.\n\nIt was the signal for everyone to go. Petie and\nAgnes left with the engine-man who was to sleep in the\nloft over the potato-house. \"We've an early day the\nmorra,\" said Hamilton, standing up and stretching himself\nwith a yawn. He turned out the lamp and ran it up to the\npolished ceiling.\n","Type":"Text"}}]