<> Hanna207 Part Three Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna207 Manuscript Herriot, Deer English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna207 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna207_0.jpg LHL Archive 200 autumn afternoon, Master Hierriot grew thirsty. He looked over the class before him and his eye rested on Andrew, the nearest boy. "Andrew," he said, go into the Master’s house and bring me a glass of water." as he tossed Andrew the key his eyes wandered away’ from the boy’s face to the window. The thud of the key on his copy book roused Andrew. The words that Herriot had spoken had been meaningless to him but he knew that he had been ordered to do something. His eyes followed Herriot's to the window as he struggled desperately to interpret the words, below the window was a press that held a pile of unframed, slates used by the older boys and girls for dictation and arithmetic.. Andrew got up and went over to the press and tried to insert the heavy key in the lock of the press. At that, a wave of laughter rose behind him in a shrill squeal. He turned and found Mr Herriot’s eyes fixed on him. "."Were you dozing, boy?" asked the Master. Again Andrew strained madly to catch what the man was saying. "Yes," he replied. Another squeal of laughter rose from the class and a puzzled and angry frown came on Herriot’s face. He stepped down from the little platform behind his desk, cane in hand . "Go in now, like a good lad, and bring the water from the house," he said slowly. Andrew stared at him for a moment, his face white with fear and deperation. Suddenly he threw down the key and raising his clenched fists beat them against his ears. "I’m deef!" he shouted, "deef, deef, deef’. ” He turned and ran out of the school and the startled and silent children heard the thud of his feet receding over the pebbled close. At a slower pace Herriot followed the runaway. The faint breeze lifted his tired sandy hair as he steed on the step, looking up and down the road, beyond the school wall he glimpsed a blue jersey passing Text