[{"node":{"title":"Hanna205","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna205","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"School, Mother","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna205","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/Hanna205_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff198\n\nChapter Two\n\nThe next morning, when the children awoke, the\nthreshed was already at work, and the heavy beat of the\nengine came to them through the clear morning air. They\narose quickly and in a few minutes were padding around\nbarefoot in the kitchen.\n\nSarah smiled to herself as she noticed that ANdrew\nate his porridge slowly, staring into the fire, and\ntwirling his bare toes together. '\u2019Come on, Andra,\" she\nsaid. \"You'll be late for school.\" \"I'm no going to\nscnool,\" answered the boy, raising his heed in a surprised\nmanner, as though his mother should have understood that\nhe must stay at home, today of all days. \"And me too'.\"\ncried Martha beating her plate with her porridge spoon.\n\"You're baith going to school,\" said Sarah. \"Now, no\nnonsense,\" she added sharply, as she saw her son's face\ndarken. \"Ye were kept at home for the hay and the praties.\nYe canna afford to miss any more schooling - or ye'll no\nbe able to read ava. That's enough from you, miss!\"\ncontinued the mother, stifling a protest from the little\ngirl. \"If you've finished your tea, go and put on your\nboots. It's time ye were out o' here.\"\n\nReluctantly the children left the table, but now\nthat they knew there was no further chance of a holiday\nthe fear of another authority and the punishment for\nbeing late urged them to hurry. Sarah had made up their\nlunch parcels and as she tucked one into each satchel\nshe said \"the threshing'll be done by the time you're\nback.\" Andrew ran down to the corner of the house. The\nsight of the two empty stack-stands and the third stack\nwith its head broken to the eaves, confirmed his mother's\nwords. Slowly he returned to where his mother and sister\n","Type":"Text"}}]