Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Marie Haggerty--Worcester #4]
‘A whistling lady and a crowing hen
Is sure to come to some bad end.’
There wasn't much for me to do then, but to stop whistling, for I didn't want him to kill off all the hens. He didn't mind the cackling, but sometimes they made a noise like crowing.
“Now, mebbe you'd call things like that, and some other things, superstitions. For instance, whenever my uncle would blow out a candle, he'd say, ‘May the Lord send us light from Heaven.’ No, I'm not superstitious but some things are facts, and I know it! Why, take ‘breaking a looking-glass' that means bad luck, and I know it. Why, the year poor Pa died, my own Bill was target practicing, and he sent a bullet right through the looking-glass over the sink, in the kitchen. It missed me by inches. Well, that very year, Pa was sent to the hospital; Marie got married, had a baby still-born, and was divorced; Bill was in the hospital for 11 months; John joined the Marines and was away