[{"node":{"title":"Lingard100","Collections":"Chapter 10","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard100","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Sticks, Steve","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard100","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/Lingard100_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff92\n\nbanging of the drums. People came out of their doorways on to the\npavement to watch. Everyone loved a parade, even though it was a\ncommonplace enough event in a country such as this. An Orange Lodge\nwas getting ready for the \u2019Twelfth'. In front came the drum majorettes\nstepping high, knees up, each girl in time to the music and in\nstep with one anther. They wore short red skirts and white boots\nand twirled short sticks in their hands. once she had been\na drum majorette; it had been one of her main ambitions when she was\nsmall to walk in the big parade.\n\nThe procession drew level. SheSadie stood still. too There was\nnothing wrong with/a parade, music in the street, but it depended on\nwhat it was for.\n\nShe saw Steve walking at the back. He winked as he passedwhen he saw her. Not\na muscle of her face moved. WhenBy the time the procession had passed she had\nmade up her mind.\n","Type":"Text"}}]