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Tom
turned
on
the
children
.
«
You
git
,
"
he
said
.
«
Go
on
now
,
git
.
»
The
bank
of
eyes
left
the
stew
and
rested
wondering
on
his
face
.
«
Go
on
now
,
git
.
You
ain
’
t
doin
’
no
good
.
There
ain
’
t
enough
for
you
.
»
Ma
ladled
stew
into
the
tin
plates
,
very
little
stew
,
and
she
laid
the
plates
on
the
ground
.
«
I
can
’
t
send
’
em
away
,
"
she
said
.
«
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
.
Take
your
plates
an
’
go
inside
.
I
’
ll
let
’
em
have
what
’
s
lef
’
.
Here
,
take
a
plate
in
to
Rosasharn
.
»
She
smiled
up
at
the
children
.
«
Look
,
"
she
said
,
«
you
little
fellas
go
an
’
get
you
each
a
flat
stick
an
’
I
’
ll
put
what
’
s
lef
’
for
you
.
But
they
ain
’
t
to
be
no
fightin
’
.
»
The
group
broke
up
with
a
deadly
,
silent
swiftness
.
Children
ran
to
find
sticks
,
they
ran
to
their
own
tents
and
brought
spoons
.
Before
Ma
had
finished
with
the
plates
they
were
back
,
silent
and
wolfish
.
Ma
shook
her
head
.
«
I
dunno
what
to
do
.
I
can
’
t
rob
the
fambly
.
I
got
to
feed
the
fambly
.
Ruthie
,
Winfiel
’
,
Al
,
"
she
cried
fiercely
.
«
Take
your
plates
.
Hurry
up
.
Git
in
the
tent
quick
.
»
She
looked
apologetically
at
the
waiting
children
.
«
There
ain
’
t
enough
,
"
she
said
humbly
.
«
I
’
m
a
-
gonna
set
this
here
kettle
out
,
an
’
you
’
ll
all
get
a
little
tas
’
,
but
it
ain
’
t
gonna
do
you
no
good
.
»
She
faltered
,
«
I
can
’
t
he
’
p
it
.
Can
’
t
keep
it
from
you
.
»
She
lifted
the
pot
and
set
it
down
on
the
ground
.
«
Now
wait
.
It
’
s
too
hot
,
"
she
said
,
and
she
went
into
the
tent
quickly
so
she
would
not
see
.
Her
family
sat
on
the
ground
,
each
with
his
plate
;
and
outside
they
could
hear
the
children
digging
into
the
pot
with
their
sticks
and
their
spoons
and
their
pieces
of
rusty
tin
.
A
mound
of
children
smothered
the
pot
from
sight
.
They
did
not
talk
,
did
not
fight
or
argue
;
but
there
was
a
quiet
intentness
in
all
of
them
,
a
wooden
fierceness
.
Ma
turned
her
back
so
she
couldn
’
t
see
.
«
We
can
’
t
do
that
no
more
,
"
she
said
.
«
We
got
to
eat
alone
.
»
There
was
the
sound
of
scraping
at
the
kettle
,
and
then
the
mound
of
children
broke
and
the
children
walked
away
and
left
the
scraped
kettle
on
the
ground
.
Ma
looked
at
the
empty
plates
.
«
Didn
’
none
of
you
get
nowhere
near
enough
.
»
Pa
got
up
and
left
the
tent
without
answering
.
The
preacher
smiled
to
himself
and
lay
back
on
the
ground
,
hands
clasped
behind
his
head
.
Al
got
to
his
feet
.
«
Got
to
help
a
fella
with
a
car
.
»
Ma
gathered
the
plates
and
took
them
outside
to
wash
.
«
Ruthie
,
"
she
called
,
«
Winfiel
’
.
Go
get
me
a
bucket
a
water
right
off
.
»
She
handed
them
the
bucket
and
they
trudged
off
toward
the
river
.
A
strong
broad
woman
walked
near
.
Her
dress
was
streaked
with
dust
and
splotched
with
car
oil
.
Her
chin
was
held
high
with
pride
.
She
stood
a
short
distance
away
and
regarded
Ma
belligerently
.
At
last
she
approached
.
«
Afternoon
,
"
she
said
coldly
.
«
Afternoon
,
"
said
Ma
,
and
she
got
up
from
her
knees
and
pushed
a
box
forward
.
«
Won
’
t
you
set
down
?
»
The
woman
walked
near
.
«
No
,
I
won
’
t
set
down
.
»
Ma
looked
questioningly
at
her
.
«
Can
I
he
’
p
you
in
any
way
?
»
