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The
sun
lipped
over
the
mountain
by
now
,
shone
on
the
corrugated
-
iron
roofs
of
the
five
sanitary
units
,
shone
on
the
gray
tents
and
on
the
swept
ground
of
the
streets
between
the
tents
.
And
the
camp
was
waking
up
.
The
fires
were
burning
in
camp
stoves
,
in
the
stoves
made
of
kerosene
cans
and
of
sheets
of
metal
.
The
smell
of
smoke
was
in
the
air
.
Tent
flaps
were
thrown
back
and
people
moved
about
in
the
streets
.
In
front
of
the
Joad
tent
Ma
stood
looking
up
and
down
the
street
.
She
saw
the
children
and
came
over
to
them
.
«
I
was
worryin
’
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
I
didn
’
know
where
you
was
.
»
«
We
was
jus
’
lookin
’
,
"
Ruthie
said
.
«
Well
,
where
’
s
Tom
?
You
seen
him
?
»
Ruthie
became
important
.
«
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
Tom
,
he
got
me
up
an
’
he
tol
’
me
what
to
tell
you
.
»
She
paused
to
let
her
importance
be
apparent
.
«
Well
—
what
?
»
Ma
demanded
.
«
He
said
tell
you
—
"
She
paused
again
and
looked
to
see
that
Winfield
appreciated
her
position
.
Ma
raised
her
hand
,
the
back
of
it
toward
Ruthie
.
«
What
?
»
«
He
got
work
,
"
said
Ruthie
quickly
.
«
Went
out
to
work
.
»
She
looked
apprehensively
at
Ma
’
s
raised
hand
.
The
hand
sank
down
again
,
and
then
it
reached
out
for
Ruthie
.
Ma
embraced
Ruthie
’
s
shoulders
in
a
quick
convulsive
hug
,
and
then
released
her
.
Ruthie
stared
at
the
ground
in
embarrassment
,
and
changed
the
subject
.
«
They
got
toilets
over
there
,
"
she
said
.
«
White
ones
.
»
