tag:https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/node/%25/atom 2026-04-04T03:23:06+01:00 admin niwa@bt48.com 800 Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02 Part Three Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna220 Manuscript Sarah, Garden English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna220 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna220_0.jpg LHL Archive 213 and turned to the woman. "Sarah, I want no more said about this - but, if ye see Frank - kind of - telling the weans things - I dont mean wicked things - but things that might scald their hearts -" Sarah laughed, but their was a tender note in her voice when she spoke: "Hami, why do ye say one thing and think another? You're feard that now Frank has got the religion he might take the notion to tell Andrew or Martha about - us?" "Aye! Aye, that's it!" burst out Hamilton more stirred and troubled when he heard his innermost fear spoken aloud. "Sarah, we've been good to the wee ones, haven't we? They've naught tae reproach us wi' have they?" He watched her with fear and anxiety. At that moment Martha jumped from the corner of the barn and shouted loudly to frighten them. Sarah opened her arms and cried: "Come, my wee lamb!" The girl flew across the close, nutbrown, lithe, beautiful, and sprang into her mother's arms. "I scairt ye, didn't I? I scairt ye!" she shouted, hiding her face in her mother's neck. "Aye, dearie, ye scairt us," answered Sarah, folding her arms passionately around the child. Hamilton lifted the buckets and followed them into the house. One evening later, Sarah was weeding in the rath garden. A hush lay on the farm disturbed only by the belling of a dog on the shore and the thud of Andrew's spade beyond the earthwork where he widened a trinket of water to make another pond for the ducks. His elders had advised him against it, but he was unheeding, and the rich-smelling soil, the fragrance of the garden, and the calmness of the evening, bred in Sarah a lazy contentment with whatever her son did. Suddenly she heard a low sibilant whistle from beyond the blackthorn Text Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 16:02