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Fiona
Cleary
was
in
the
kitchen
,
peeling
potatoes
.
She
was
a
very
handsome
,
very
fair
woman
a
little
under
medium
height
,
but
rather
hard-faced
and
stern
;
she
had
an
excellent
figure
with
a
tiny
waist
which
had
not
thickened
,
in
spite
of
the
six
babies
she
had
carried
beneath
it
.
Her
dress
was
grey
calico
,
its
skirts
brushing
the
spotless
floor
,
its
front
protected
by
an
enormous
starched
white
apron
that
looped
around
her
neck
and
tied
in
the
small
of
her
spine
with
a
crisp
,
perfect
bow
.
From
waking
to
sleeping
she
lived
in
the
kitchen
and
back
garden
,
her
stout
black
boots
beating
a
circular
path
from
stove
to
laundry
to
vegetable
patch
to
clotheslines
and
thence
to
the
stove
again
.
She
put
her
knife
on
the
table
and
stared
at
Frank
and
Meggie
,
the
corners
of
her
beautiful
mouth
turning
down
.
"
Meggie
,
I
let
you
put
on
your
Sunday-best
dress
this
morning
on
one
condition
,
that
you
did
n't
get
it
dirty
.
And
look
at
you
!
What
a
little
grub
you
are
!
"
"
Mum
,
it
was
n't
her
fault
,
"
Frank
protested
.
"
Jack
and
Hughie
took
her
doll
away
to
try
and
find
out
how
the
arms
and
legs
worked
.
I
promised
we
'd
fix
it
up
as
good
as
new
.
We
can
,
ca
n't
we
?
"
"
Let
me
see
.
"
Fee
held
out
her
hand
for
the
doll
.
She
was
a
silent
woman
,
not
given
to
spontaneous
conversation
.
What
she
thought
,
no
one
ever
knew
,
even
her
husband
;
she
left
the
disciplining
of
the
children
to
him
,
and
did
whatever
he
commanded
without
comment
or
complaint
unless
the
circumstances
were
most
unusual
.
Meggie
had
heard
the
boys
whispering
that
she
stood
in
as
much
awe
of
Daddy
as
they
did
,
but
if
that
was
true
she
hid
it
under
a
veneer
of
impenetrable
,
slightly
dour
calm
.
She
never
laughed
,
nor
did
she
ever
lose
her
temper
.
Finished
her
inspection
,
Fee
laid
Agnes
on
the
dresser
near
the
stove
and
looked
at
Meggie
.
"
I
'll
wash
her
clothes
tomorrow
morning
,
and
do
her
hair
again
.
Frank
can
glue
the
hair
on
after
tea
tonight
,
I
suppose
,
and
give
her
a
bath
.
"
