A Nurse's Duty
“At two and three-quarters he was the quiet one of her two children. Eighteen-month-old Jennie clung to her skirts, stumbling a little but independent, insisting on walking herself.
Patrick was bring home the two little pigs which would be fattened throughout the year. It was the spring of 1921, fine and dry, the birds were singing, fresh grass pushing strongly through the ground. Karen was completely absorbed in her family, exulting in the warmth of the day and the sun on her back. She even gav...e a little skip as she walked along.
‘Clap your hands for Daddy coming down the waggon way, a pocket full of money and a cartload of hay,’ she sang to Jennie, and caught her up in her arms and swung her over her head. The little girl crowed with delight. She sang along merrily, completely out of tune and making up the words as she went along.
‘But he’s bringing piggies, not hay, Mammy.’ Brian had stopped to face her. ‘And this is the lane, not the waggon way.’ He had a literal frame of mind, and knew the waggon way was up by the kiln.MoreLess
Patrick was bring home the two little pigs which would be fattened throughout the year. It was the spring of 1921, fine and dry, the birds were singing, fresh grass pushing strongly through the ground. Karen was completely absorbed in her family, exulting in the warmth of the day and the sun on her back. She even gav...e a little skip as she walked along.
‘Clap your hands for Daddy coming down the waggon way, a pocket full of money and a cartload of hay,’ she sang to Jennie, and caught her up in her arms and swung her over her head. The little girl crowed with delight. She sang along merrily, completely out of tune and making up the words as she went along.
‘But he’s bringing piggies, not hay, Mammy.’ Brian had stopped to face her. ‘And this is the lane, not the waggon way.’ He had a literal frame of mind, and knew the waggon way was up by the kiln.MoreLess
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