[{"node":{"title":"Hanna254","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna254","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Joe, Shop","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna254","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/Hanna254_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff247\n\nwidened, and her full pale lips twitched. \"Have ye any\nmoney by ye, Joe?\" she asked.\n\n\"About a hundred and eighty pounds. I did a bit\nat the fowl-dealing in the summer,\" he added in\nexplanation.\n\nThe older woman rose abruptly. \"Joe, I\u2019m going\nto put another hundred and eighty to it, and set the\nboth of ye up in a shop. What d'ye say?\"\n\nJoe stared up at her, his mouth loosened in\nastonishment. \"A shop? But what kind o' a shop, Mrs\nEchlin - and where?\"\n\nSarah\u2019s eyes closed in a cold lingering smile. \"A\ngrocer's shop. I was thinking there might be room in\nthe townlands for two. Maybe another one about the top\no\u2019 Knocknadreemally in what used to be Sampson's old\ncottage?\"\n\nFox a moment the dying loyalty to his father\nflickered up in the boy. But the hard quizzical eyes\nof the women standing at the table demanded an answer.\nHe nodded silently in agreement.'\n","Type":"Text"}}]