“Why doesn’t the Government put them all in prison?” says Mona. “Yes, every one of them. The hypocrites! The traitors! The assassins!”
The old man, who had opened the Bible, closes it, and goes upstairs.
“You’re hard, woman, you’re hard,” he says.
FOOTNOTE:
[1] Pronounced Knock-ā-loe.
SECOND CHAPTER
Christmas has gone; the spring has come; the seed is in the ground; the cattle are out on the hill after their long winter imprisonment in the cow-houses; but the war is still going on and Robbie has not yet returned home.
It is a bright spring morning. Mona is coming back from Peel in her shandry when she sees three gentlemen walking over the farm with her father, one of them in officer’s uniform, the other two in silk hats and light overcoats.