[{"node":{"title":"Lingard123","Collections":"Chapter 13","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard123","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Peter, Children","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard123","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/Lingard123_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff115\n\ngleaming wet floor. Her mother would never believe it! The thought of her mother spurred her on.\n\nShe vacuumed and dusted the sitting room, lifting all the photo-\ngraphs and replacing them carefully. It was funny how she did not\nmind doing these jonb's in someone else\u2019s house?. She would have hated\nit at home. And when she looked out of the window she saw Mr Blake\nbenidng and stooping and pottering about. It was very much better\nthan the hat department.\n\nFor lunch she cooked mince and potatoes and carrots. The mince\nwas slightly burnt and the carrots a little hard but Mr Blake declared\nthat he did not mind a bit, in fact he rather liked well-done mince.\n\nAfter\"I\u2019ll get better with practice,\" promised Sadie.\n\nAfter lunch they took Jack for a warlk. There was a prkpark close by\nin which the dog could run freely off the leash. He knew most of\nthe small children playing under the eye of their mothers. He\ntrotted round them sniffing and licking them.\n\n\"There\u2019s Moira Henderson,\" said Mr Blake, when they came to the\nswing park. He nodded at a pretty dark-haired girl in her twenties who was\nsitting on a bench tending holdingwith a baby on her knee. She was watch-\ning two smaller children on the swings. \"She\u2019s a neighbour of mine.\nNice girl. Come on and meet her.\"\n\nHe introduced Sadie to herand Moira and then they joined herall sat together on the bench.\nThe xx baby was pressing up onto his feet, treading his mother\u2019s lap,\npulling at her hair with his small fat fist. From time to time she\ncalled out to the other two children. \"Watch what you\u2019re doing,\nPeter. No higher, Deirdre!\"\n","Type":"Text"}}]