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"
There
,
them
stripy
ones
.
"
The
little
boys
raised
their
eyes
to
her
face
and
they
stopped
breathing
;
their
mouths
were
partly
opened
,
their
half
-
naked
bodies
were
rigid
.
"
Oh
—
them
.
Well
,
no
—
them
’
s
two
for
a
penny
.
"
"
Well
,
gimme
two
then
,
ma
’
am
.
"
He
placed
the
copper
cent
carefully
on
the
counter
.
The
boys
expelled
their
held
breath
softly
.
Mae
held
the
big
sticks
out
.
"
Take
’
em
,
"
said
the
man
.
They
reached
timidly
,
each
took
a
stick
,
and
they
held
them
down
at
their
sides
and
did
not
look
at
them
.
But
they
looked
at
each
other
,
and
their
mouth
corners
smiled
rigidly
with
embarrassment
.
"
Thank
you
,
ma
’
am
.
"
The
man
picked
up
the
bread
and
went
out
the
door
,
and
the
little
boys
marched
stiffly
behind
him
,
the
red
-
striped
sticks
held
tightly
against
their
legs
.
They
leaped
like
chipmunks
over
the
front
seat
and
onto
the
top
of
the
load
,
and
they
burrowed
back
out
of
sight
like
chipmunks
.
The
man
got
in
and
started
his
car
,
and
with
a
roaring
motor
and
a
cloud
of
blue
oily
smoke
the
ancient
Nash
climbed
up
on
the
highway
and
went
on
its
way
to
the
west
.
From
inside
the
restaurant
the
truck
drivers
and
Mae
and
Al
stared
after
them
.
