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«
You
got
to
,
"
Tom
chuckled
happily
.
«
You
jus
’
got
to
.
»
«
Good
night
,
"
she
said
softly
;
and
she
bent
down
and
slipped
under
the
dark
tarpaulin
.
Tom
climbed
up
over
the
tail
-
board
of
the
truck
.
He
lay
down
on
his
back
on
the
wooden
floor
and
he
pillowed
his
head
on
his
crossed
hands
,
and
his
forearms
pressed
against
his
ears
.
The
night
grew
cooler
.
Tom
buttoned
his
coat
over
his
chest
and
settled
back
again
.
The
stars
were
clear
and
sharp
over
his
head
.
IT
WAS
STILL
DARK
when
he
awakened
.
A
small
clashing
noise
brought
him
up
from
sleep
.
Tom
listened
and
heard
again
the
squeak
of
iron
on
iron
.
He
moved
stiffly
and
shivered
in
the
morning
air
.
The
camp
still
slept
.
Tom
stood
up
and
looked
over
the
side
of
the
truck
.
The
eastern
mountains
were
blue
-
black
,
and
as
he
watched
,
the
light
stood
up
faintly
behind
them
,
colored
at
the
mountain
rims
with
a
washed
red
,
then
growing
colder
,
grayer
,
darker
,
as
it
went
up
overhead
,
until
at
a
place
near
the
western
horizon
it
merged
with
pure
night
.
Down
in
the
valley
the
earth
was
the
lavender
-
gray
of
dawn
.
The
clash
of
iron
sounded
again
.
Tom
looked
down
the
line
of
tents
,
only
a
little
lighter
gray
than
the
ground
.
Beside
a
tent
he
saw
a
flash
of
orange
fire
seeping
from
the
cracks
in
an
old
iron
stove
.
Gray
smoke
spurted
up
from
a
stubby
smoke
pipe
.
Tom
climbed
over
the
truck
side
and
dropped
to
the
ground
.
He
moved
slowly
toward
the
stove
.
He
saw
a
girl
working
about
the
stove
,
saw
that
she
carried
a
baby
on
her
crooked
arm
,
and
that
the
baby
was
nursing
,
its
head
up
under
the
girl
’
s
shirtwaist
.
And
the
girl
moved
about
,
poking
the
fire
,
shifting
the
rusty
stove
lids
to
make
a
better
draft
,
opening
the
oven
door
;
and
all
the
time
the
baby
sucked
,
and
the
mother
shifted
it
deftly
from
arm
to
arm
.
The
baby
didn
’
t
interfere
with
her
work
or
with
the
quick
gracefulness
of
her
movements
.
And
the
orange
fire
licked
out
of
the
stove
cracks
and
threw
flickering
reflections
on
the
tent
.
Tom
moved
closer
.
He
smelled
frying
bacon
and
baking
bread
.
From
the
east
the
light
grew
swiftly
.
Tom
came
near
to
the
stove
and
stretched
out
his
hands
to
it
.
The
girl
looked
at
him
and
nodded
,
so
that
her
two
braids
jerked
.
«
Good
mornin
’
,
"
she
said
,
and
she
turned
the
bacon
in
the
pan
.
