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«
We
got
the
best
dances
in
the
county
every
Saturday
night
.
»
«
Well
,
for
Christ
’
s
sake
!
Why
ain
’
t
they
more
places
like
this
?
»
The
watchman
looked
sullen
.
«
You
’
ll
have
to
find
that
out
yourself
.
Go
get
some
sleep
.
»
«
Good
night
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
Ma
’
s
gonna
like
this
place
.
She
ain
’
t
been
treated
decent
for
a
long
time
.
»
«
Good
night
,
"
the
watchman
said
.
«
Get
some
sleep
.
This
camp
wakes
up
early
.
»
Tom
walked
down
the
street
between
the
rows
of
tents
.
His
eyes
grew
used
to
the
starlight
.
He
saw
that
the
rows
were
straight
and
that
there
was
no
litter
about
the
tents
.
The
ground
of
the
street
had
been
swept
and
sprinkled
.
From
the
tents
came
the
snores
of
sleeping
people
.
The
whole
camp
buzzed
and
snorted
.
Tom
walked
slowly
.
He
neared
Number
Four
Sanitary
Unit
and
he
looked
at
it
curiously
,
an
unpainted
building
,
low
and
rough
.
Under
a
roof
,
but
open
at
the
sides
,
the
rows
of
wash
trays
.
He
saw
the
Joad
truck
standing
near
by
,
and
went
quietly
toward
it
.
The
tarpaulin
was
pitched
and
the
camp
was
quiet
.
As
he
drew
near
a
figure
moved
from
the
shadow
of
the
truck
and
came
toward
him
.
Ma
said
softly
,
«
That
you
,
Tom
?
»
«
Yeah
.
»
«
Sh
!
»
she
said
.
«
They
’
re
all
asleep
.
They
was
tar
’
d
out
.
»
