<> Chapter 13 Lingard Estate 1972 Linen Hall Library Thursday, March 10, 2016 TIFF Lingard124 Manuscript Hendersons, Crucifix English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard124 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard124_1.jpg LHL Archive 116 "Not much peace, have you, Moira?" said Mr Blake. "No," she laug said, with a laugh. They walked back home with her and the children. Deirdre put her hand into Sadie's and clung to it tightly. She looked up from time to time into Sadie's face. "You seem to have made a new friend", said Mr Blake. When they reached the Hendersons' gate a few doors along from Mr Blake's, she Moira asked if them would like to come in for a cup of teacoffee. "That would be nice, wouldn;t it, Sadie?" said Mr Blake. Sadie nodded. Moira'sHer sitting room was identical in size and shape to Mr Blake's, but very differently furnished. It was modern and colourful, and instead of photographs, paintings covered the walls. "What lovely paintings!" cried Sadie. They looked vivid and exciting to her: they were alive. "Moira did them," said Mr Blake. "She's a painter." "Was, you mean!" said Moira. "I don't get time any more." "You will again, one of these days." "In five years time!” By then I'll probably have forgotten how to hold a brush." Sadie and Mr Blake stayed for an hour. "That was good crack," said Sadie on the way homeback to his house. "I like a good chat. And I liked Moira." "I thought you would." "I saw she'd a crucifix in the hall. Is she a Catholic then? She didn't look all that like one." Mr Blake laughedwas amused. "Yes, she's a Catholic." "I thought the place would have been smothered with holy pictures Text