"But you do mean something. What is it?"
Hannah went on with her task.
Clodagh stamped her foot.
"Hannah, what is it?"
"Nothin'. Sure, nothin' at all. I'm only sayin' what quare notions men takes."
"But you mean something else. What is it?"
Hannah stolidly continued to rake out the remnants of the fire.
"I know nothin'," she said obstinately. "Ask Mrs. Laurence."
"But you do. I know by your voice. What is it?"
An alert, unconscious note of apprehension had crept into Clodagh's tone. Her lips suddenly tightened, her eyes became wide.