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«
You
got
to
work
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
Set
in
the
tent
an
’
you
’
ll
get
feelin
’
sorry
about
yaself
.
I
ain
’
t
had
time
to
take
you
in
han
’
.
I
will
now
.
You
take
this
here
knife
an
’
get
to
them
potatoes
.
»
The
girl
knelt
down
and
obeyed
.
She
said
fiercely
,
«
Wait
’
ll
I
see
’
im
.
I
’
ll
tell
’
im
.
»
Ma
smiled
slowly
.
«
He
might
smack
you
.
You
got
it
comin
’
with
whinin
’
aroun
’
an
’
candyin
’
yaself
.
If
he
smacks
some
sense
in
you
I
’
ll
bless
’
im
.
»
The
girl
’
s
eyes
blazed
with
resentment
,
but
she
was
silent
.
Uncle
John
pushed
his
rusty
nail
deep
into
the
ground
with
his
broad
thumb
.
«
I
got
to
tell
,
"
he
said
.
Pa
said
,
«
Well
,
tell
then
,
goddamn
it
!
Who
’
d
ya
kill
?
»
Uncle
John
dug
with
his
thumbs
into
the
watch
pocket
of
his
blue
jeans
and
scooped
out
a
folded
dirty
bill
.
He
spread
it
out
and
showed
it
.
«
Fi
’
dollars
,
"
he
said
.
«
Steal
her
?
»
Pa
asked
.
«
No
,
I
had
her
.
Kept
her
out
.
»
«
She
was
yourn
,
wasn
’
t
she
?
»
