[{"node":{"title":"Hanna224","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna224","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Joe, Tobacco","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna224","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/Hanna224_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff217\n\nRavara School?\" \"Of coarse I remember ye!  Didnt ye\ngo to school with our Andrew?\" retorted the girl,\nscornf'al at such peurile raillery. \"Then what do they\ncall me?\" he demanded. \"They call ye Joe Skillen.\"\n\"Ah, then ye do remember me!\" cried Joe triumphantly.\n\"Of course 1 remember ye. D'ye think I'm as daft as\nail that!\"\n\nJoe, chivalrously acknowledging defeat, retreated\nbehind the counter and put the tea and sugar in the\nstring bag. \"Ye wont forget the paraffin?\" asked the\ngirl as she accepted her purchases. \"I'll bring it up\nmeself. I cant say fairer nor that!\" cried the youth,\nrubbing his hands together briskly. The girl looked\nat him gravely. \"No, I suppose ye cant,\" she agreed.\n\nHe opened the door for her and followed her out\nonto the road, as she stepped across the bicycle and\nstood poised, Joe rearranged the string bag that she had\nhung on the handlebars. \"It might catch on the brakes,\"\nhe warned, Suddenly he slid his hand along the bar\nuntil it closed on her's. He felt her warm brown hand\nquiver under his like a bird. \"I'll be up wi' the\nparaffin one of these evenings, soon,\" he said in a\nquick unsteady voice. He bent his head down to see her\nface under her tumbled hair. Her mouth was curved in\nlaughter, and his neart raced again. Without a word she\nshook her hand loose, and pushing vigorously on the\npedals sped away fiom him.\n\nWhen he went back into the shop his father was\ncutting tobacco at the counter. \"who was that ye were\nushering out?\" he demanded. \"Martha Echlin from Rathard.\"\n\"Oh, it was, was it?\" said his father putting down the\ntobacco knife and turning his red moon face on his son.\n\"Well, you've damned little to do wi\u2019 your time, helping\n","Type":"Text"}}]