[{"node":{"title":"Hanna220","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna220","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sarah, Garden","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna220","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/Hanna220_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff213\n\nand turned to the woman. \"Sarah, I want no more said\nabout this - but, if ye see Frank - kind of - telling\nthe weans things - I dont mean wicked things - but\nthings that might scald their hearts -\"\n\nSarah laughed, but their was a tender note in her\nvoice when she spoke: \"Hami, why do ye say one thing\nand think another? You're feard that now Frank has\ngot the religion he might take the notion to tell\nAndrew or Martha about - us?\"\n\n\"Aye! Aye, that's it!\" burst out Hamilton more\nstirred and troubled when he heard his innermost fear\nspoken aloud. \"Sarah, we've been good to the wee ones,\nhaven't we? They've naught tae reproach us wi' have\nthey?\" He watched her with fear and anxiety.\n\nAt that moment Martha jumped from the corner of\nthe barn and shouted loudly to frighten them. Sarah\nopened her arms and cried: \"Come, my wee lamb!\" The\ngirl flew across the close, nutbrown, lithe, beautiful,\nand sprang into her mother's arms. \"I scairt ye, didn't\nI? I scairt ye!\" she shouted, hiding her face in her\nmother's neck. \"Aye, dearie, ye scairt us,\" answered\nSarah, folding her arms passionately around the child.\nHamilton lifted the buckets and followed them into the\nhouse.\n\nOne evening later, Sarah was weeding in the rath\ngarden. A hush lay on the farm disturbed only by the\nbelling of a dog on the shore and the thud of Andrew's\nspade beyond the earthwork where he widened a trinket\nof water to make another pond for the ducks. His elders\nhad advised him against it, but he was unheeding, and\nthe rich-smelling soil, the fragrance of the garden, and\nthe calmness of the evening, bred in Sarah a lazy\ncontentment with whatever her son did. Suddenly she\nheard a low sibilant whistle from beyond the blackthorn\n","Type":"Text"}}]