<> Hanna251 Part Three Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna251 Manuscript Daughter, Billet English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna251 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna251_0.jpg LHL Archive 244 not take her to visit his mother. The men, he expected, had never thought this strange. But what of Sarah? Was it her guilty pride that resteained her so scrupulously from asking Martha or him what his parents thought of their relationship? If so, Joe reasoned, that spelt danger, for it could only spring from the knowledge that she and her daughter were still considered unworthy by the decent farming folk of the townlands, and that the woman who ruled Rathard had to solve a problem, which, for once, could not be solved by money or thrust aside by her energetic will. He turned his face towards the farm. Martha was his ally, his affianced wife, the men he could twist round his finger. But Sarah - Sarah was another matter. The clamour of the dogs welcomed him as he entered the farm-close. First eager Martha, then Frank, then Sarah came to the door. Andrew came round the corner from the rath. He picked up a piece of wood and threw it for the dogs to retrieve. It fell near Joe's feet and he $xack& snatched it from them as they bounded towards him. Then, before he could get rid of it they were upon him, planting their forepaws on his chest and arms, wagging their tails and barking excitedly. Half-pinioned as he was, he tossed it to Martha, and then began a noisy, laughing, three-cornered game between the young people, while the dogs raced after the billet half-crazy with excitement. "That's enough, that's enough!" shouted Frank, shuffling down from the doorway. "You'll have them dogs beside themselves, if ye dont quit!" With a smile on his face, the cripple adroitly caught the piece of wood in its last erratic throw, and going indoors tossed it on the fire. Andrew followed him, and Joe and Martha strolled towards each other, laughing and mopping their faces. Text