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«
Wouldn
’
do
no
good
to
catch
’
im
,
I
guess
,
"
Al
said
.
Pa
replied
,
«
No
.
If
he
ain
’
t
no
good
,
we
don
’
want
him
.
»
Ma
looked
into
the
tent
,
where
Rose
of
Sharon
lay
on
her
mattress
.
Ma
said
,
«
Sh
.
Don
’
say
that
.
»
«
Well
,
he
ain
’
t
no
good
,
"
Pa
insisted
.
«
All
the
time
a
-
sayin
’
what
he
’
s
a
-
gonna
do
.
Never
doin
’
nothin
’
.
I
didn
’
want
ta
say
nothin
’
while
he
’
s
here
.
But
now
he
’
s
run
out
—
"
«
Sh
!
»
Ma
said
softly
.
«
Why
,
for
Christ
’
s
sake
?
Why
do
I
got
to
shh
?
He
run
out
,
didn
’
he
?
»
Ma
turned
over
the
potatoes
with
her
spoon
,
and
the
grease
boiled
and
spat
.
She
fed
twigs
to
the
fire
,
and
the
flames
laced
up
and
lighted
the
tent
.
Ma
said
,
«
Rosasharn
gonna
have
a
little
fella
an
’
that
baby
is
half
Connie
.
It
ain
’
t
good
for
a
baby
to
grow
up
with
folks
a
-
sayin
’
his
pa
ain
’
t
no
good
.
»
«
Better
’
n
lyin
’
about
it
,
"
said
Pa
.
«
No
,
it
ain
’
t
,
"
Ma
interrupted
.
«
Make
out
like
he
’
s
dead
.
You
wouldn
’
say
no
bad
things
about
Connie
if
he
’
s
dead
.
»
Tom
broke
in
,
«
Hey
,
what
is
this
?
We
ain
’
t
sure
Connie
’
s
gone
for
good
.
We
got
no
time
for
talkin
’
.
We
got
to
eat
an
’
get
on
our
way
.
»
«
On
our
way
?
We
jus
’
come
here
.
»
Ma
peered
at
him
through
the
firelighted
darkness
.
