<> Lingard019 Chapter 3 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard019 Manuscript God, Albert, Bonny English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard019 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard019_1.jpg LHL Archive 17 the soldiers that who patrolled the streets. She made efforts to control them but awas often too tired to do very much and although their father disapproved in principle he did little about it. "Kids will be kids," he said. "Sure they're all the same. I'd have done the same at their age." A loud sound like a gun shot made them all leap towards the door. "Holy Mother of God," said Mrs McCoy, as she followed her husband and Brede out txxx into the street. Mr McCoy was shaking his head and laughing.^ "Boys,Albert, you gave us a queer fright for a minute there," he said. "xxxxxxxxx It's only Uncle Albert's car,"said Brede to her mother. Her Uncle Albert's car was rusty and ancient and her mtoher often declared it was only a miracle that it kept going at all, and that it was a mystery to her as to why Albert should deserve such a miracle at all. He had eleven children at the last count and never did a day's work if he could help avoid it. He lived on Social 2 Security and sponged off his numerous brothers and sisters whenever that money ran out. "Now listen, Pete," said Mrs McCoy to her husband," don't you be giving him anything. He never gave you back the xx last pound he borrowed. We've penty mouths to feed ourselves. We've hardly enough to feed ourselves. Albert got out of the car and joined them on the pavement. "WhyMy, you're growing into a bonny girl, Brede," he said. "You'll be going up to the altar before we know itx." Brede blushed Text