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Need
the
sleep
.
»
«
Well
,
set
down
with
us
,
then
.
We
got
plenty
—
thank
God
!
»
«
Why
,
thank
ya
,
"
Tom
said
.
«
Smells
so
darn
good
I
couldn
’
say
no
.
»
«
Don
’
t
she
?
»
the
younger
man
asked
.
«
Ever
smell
anything
so
good
in
ya
life
?
»
They
marched
to
the
packing
box
and
squatted
around
it
.
«
Workin
’
around
here
?
»
the
young
man
asked
.
«
Aim
to
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
We
jus
’
got
in
las
’
night
.
Ain
’
t
had
no
chance
to
look
aroun
’
.
»
«
We
had
twelve
days
’
work
,
"
the
young
man
said
.
The
girl
,
working
by
the
stove
,
said
,
«
They
even
got
new
clothes
.
»
Both
men
looked
down
at
their
stiff
blue
clothes
,
and
they
smiled
a
little
shyly
.
The
girl
set
out
the
platter
of
bacon
and
the
brown
,
high
biscuits
and
a
bowl
of
bacon
gravy
and
a
pot
of
coffee
,
and
then
she
squatted
down
by
the
box
too
.
The
baby
still
nursed
,
its
head
up
under
the
girl
’
s
shirtwaist
.
They
filled
their
plates
,
poured
bacon
gravy
over
the
biscuits
,
and
sugared
their
coffee
.
