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«
No
need
’
less
you
want
ta
.
»
«
Sure
,
I
’
ll
do
it
.
»
He
followed
Winfield
toward
the
Joad
camp
.
It
was
crowded
now
.
The
strange
children
stood
close
to
the
stew
pot
,
so
close
that
Ma
brushed
them
with
her
elbows
as
she
worked
.
Tom
and
Uncle
John
stood
beside
her
.
Ma
said
helplessly
,
«
I
dunno
what
to
do
.
I
got
to
feed
the
fambly
.
What
’
m
I
gonna
do
with
these
here
?
»
The
children
stood
stiffly
and
looked
at
her
.
Their
faces
were
blank
,
rigid
,
and
their
eyes
went
mechanically
from
the
pot
to
the
tin
plate
she
held
.
Their
eyes
followed
the
spoon
from
pot
to
plate
,
and
when
she
passed
the
steaming
plate
up
to
Uncle
John
,
their
eyes
followed
it
up
.
Uncle
John
dug
his
spoon
into
the
stew
,
and
the
banked
eyes
rose
up
with
the
spoon
.
A
piece
of
potato
went
into
John
’
s
mouth
and
the
banked
eyes
were
on
his
face
,
watching
to
see
how
he
would
react
.
Would
it
be
good
?
Would
he
like
it
?
And
then
Uncle
John
seemed
to
see
them
for
the
first
time
.
He
chewed
slowly
.
«
You
take
this
here
,
"
he
said
to
Tom
.
«
I
ain
’
t
hungry
.
»
«
You
ain
’
t
et
today
,
"
Tom
said
.
«
I
know
,
but
I
got
a
stomickache
.
I
ain
’
t
hungry
.
»
Tom
said
quietly
,
«
You
take
that
plate
inside
the
tent
an
’
you
eat
it
.
»
«
I
ain
’
t
hungry
,
"
John
insisted
.
«
I
’
d
still
see
’
em
inside
the
tent
.
»
