PETI BEER

Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, schoolteacher, pensioners, cobbler and publican.


And the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in the fields, and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in the wet-nosed yards; and the cats nap in the slant corners or lope sly, streaking and needling, on the one cloud of the roofs.