[{"node":{"title":"Hanna234","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna234","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Tram, Conductor","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna234","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/Hanna234_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff227\n\ntake dogs free,\u201d she said. She smelt the reek of whiskey\nfrom him and turned her head abruptly away.\n\nThe tram lurched and sang up the road, climbing\nout of the city. To Petie it was a confused blur of\nhurrying people, the lighted windows of huckster shops,\nhoardings, dirty brick walls, street lamps, and\npeople; people scurrying blindly along the pavements\nor moving forward in patient droves as the tram stopped.\n\n\"Penny stage!\" The tram came to a stop, then\nlaboriously began to pick up speed again, only to be\nhalted by a fierce tang of the bell. The conductor\ncame clattering up the stairs. \"Hi you! Penny stage!\"\nand he plucked Petie's sleeve. Petie gaped at him\nand then turned to the man who shared his seat. The\nman caught his eye. \"Your penny\u2019s up. Are ye getting\noff?\" Petie grasped at the only phrase he understood.\n\nHe nodded eagerly. \"Aye aye, getting off.\" He rose,\ndragging Kipper from among the passengers\u2019 feet and\ncrawled downstairs after the conductor. As he stepped\ndown onto the street he could see the passengers in\nthe lower saloon staring angrily at him.\n\nThere was a public-house at the corner of the\nstreet where he alighted. After looking round him\nhelplessly the old man pushed the door open and went\nin. There were already several men drinking at the\ncounter, some having a quick one before they went home,\nsome who had no intention of going home until their\nmoney was done or they were turned out. At the end of\nthe pub, with his back to the fire, stood a young Irish\nGuardsman surrounded by three or four other men, his\nrelations or neighbours. A shining receptacle filled\nwith tiers of pies spouted steam on the counter.\n\nPetie*s breath whistled through his lips as the warm\nodours of food and drink came to his nose. He herded\nKipper into a snug and sat down, waiting for the barman.\n","Type":"Text"}}]