[{"node":{"title":"Hanna246","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna246","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Reins, Incline","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna246","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/Hanna246_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff239\n\n\"Yes, mother,\" said the girl, and taking her coat\nfrom behind the door, pulled it over her shoulders.\n\"Well, goodnight to you,\" said Joe, putting his hand\nto his forenead and swivelling on his heel to include\nthem all in his salute. Then he followed Martha out\nto the close.\n\nHis horse snickered when it felt the weight of\nfeet on the shafts and stepped out readily when Joe\nlifted the reins.\n\nThere was silence between the two young people\nuntil the girl gave a low laugh and Joe caught the\ngleam of her eyes as she looked up at him. He slapped\nthe reins lightly on the horse's rump. \"Well, what's\nso funny, eh?\n\n\"You're a cool boyo, walking in just like that,\nand stealing me away from the fire.\" Joe was no\nsluggard when it came to love-making. He was not one\nof those youths, who, after they have parted from their\nsweethearts, recall every word and gesture, and sink\ndeeper and deeper into a cloud of self-reproach and\ndespair, as they realise too late, the invitation\nhidden in the glance or word that held no significance\nat the time. Rather, he was a young man who not only\nseized the opportunity, but made it. He passed the\nreins into his right hand and clipped his left arm\nround the girl's slender waist.\n\n\"and what's this for, pray?\" she cried, striving,\nbut not too vigorously, to unclasp his fingers.\n\n\"that's to make up for the heat you're losing\nat the fire.\" She murmured in protest, laughed, and\nleant back against his shoulder.\n\nThe horse edged carefully round the left hand\nbend at the bottom of the steep incline and ambled\nslowly towards the road. When they reached it Joe\npulled up at the verge, \"What do we do now?\" he\n","Type":"Text"}}]