<> Lingard018 Chapter 3 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard018 Manuscript McCoy, Army English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard018 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard018_1.jpg LHL Archive 16 CHAPTER THREE Mrs McCoy lifted the last soapy dish from the sink and laid on the draining board for Brede to dry. Mr McCoy sat in the corner muttering over the evening paper. "Let them come and search this house!" he said. Mrs McCoy said nothing. She wiped her hands xx on the towel and began to put the dishes away. "Why is it always Catholic k houses they pick on, tellxK me that?" He looked at Brede demandingly. Brede sighed. "The Briatish army has got to be run out of this province," he declared. "There might be more trouble if they were," said Brede. "You know nothing about it. You women are all the same. Peace at any price!" Mrs McCoy aned Brede stacked the last of the dishes. The pile of plates was high as there were eight children in the family and next month there would s be a ninth. "Why don't you go and lie down, mumMa" said Brede. "You're looking tired." "I'm all right. I'm just wondering where Kevin is. His tea's drying up in the oven." "He'll come back sometime, don't worry." Mrs McCoy worried when he came in late, at fearing the worst. She worried when the younger children came in late too, for they romaed the streets> district late at night in company with others taunting Text