Onnieby Thomas Beer
Format of Original Source: Short Story
Recommended Adaptation Length: Two Hours
Candidate for Adaptation? Promising
By the sound Onnie sat near the bed crooning steadily, her soft contralto filling both stories of the happy house. Rawling went across the hall to see, and stood in the boy’s door. He loved Sanford as imaginative men can who are still young, and the ugly girl’s idolatry seemed natural. Yet this was very charming, the simple room, the drowsy, slender child, curled in his sheets, surrounded with song.
“Thank you, Onnie,” said Sanford. “I suppose she loved him a lot. It’s a nice song. Goo’ night.”
As Onnie passed her master, he saw the stupid eyes full of tears.
“Now, why’ll he be thankin’ me,” she muttered–“me that ‘u’d die an’ stay in hell forever for him? Now I must go mend up the fish-bag your Honor’s brother’s wife was for sendin’ him an’ which no decent fish would be dyin’ in.”
This looks like it might be a charming romance about a plucky Irish lass.
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