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«
Git
over
to
that
house
and
wash
up
,
"
Ma
ordered
.
«
We
got
to
get
breakfus
’
an
’
be
ready
for
the
Committee
.
»
She
went
to
a
little
pile
of
split
wood
in
the
camp
lot
.
She
started
a
fire
and
put
up
her
cooking
irons
.
«
Pone
,
"
she
said
to
herself
.
«
Pone
an
’
gravy
.
That
’
s
quick
.
Got
to
be
quick
.
»
She
talked
on
to
herself
,
and
Ruthie
and
Winfield
stood
by
,
wondering
.
The
smoke
of
the
morning
fires
arose
all
over
the
camp
,
and
the
mutter
of
talk
came
from
all
sides
.
Rose
of
Sharon
,
unkempt
and
sleepy
-
eyed
,
crawled
out
of
the
tent
.
Ma
turned
from
the
cornmeal
she
was
measuring
in
fistfuls
.
She
looked
at
the
girl
’
s
wrinkled
dirty
dress
,
at
her
frizzled
uncombed
hair
.
«
You
got
to
clean
up
,
"
she
said
briskly
.
«
Go
right
over
and
clean
up
.
You
got
a
clean
dress
.
I
washed
it
.
Git
your
hair
combed
.
Git
the
seeds
out
a
your
eyes
.
»
Ma
was
excited
.
Rose
of
Sharon
said
sullenly
,
«
I
don
’
feel
good
:
I
wisht
Connie
would
come
.
I
don
’
t
feel
like
doin
’
nothin
’
’
thout
Connie
.
»
Ma
turned
full
around
on
her
.
The
yellow
cornmeal
clung
to
her
hands
and
wrists
.
«
Rosasharn
,
"
she
said
sternly
,
«
you
git
upright
.
You
jus
’
been
mopin
’
enough
.
They
’
s
a
ladies
’
committee
a
-
comin
’
,
an
’
the
fambly
ain
’
t
gonna
be
frawny
when
they
get
here
.
»
«
But
I
don
’
feel
good
.
»
Ma
advanced
on
her
,
mealy
hands
held
out
.
«
Git
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
They
’
s
times
when
how
you
feel
got
to
be
kep
’
to
yourself
.
»
«
I
’
m
a
goin
’
to
vomit
,
"
Rose
of
Sharon
whined
.
«
Well
,
go
an
’
vomit
.
’
Course
you
’
re
gonna
vomit
.
Ever
’
body
does
.
Git
it
over
an
’
then
you
clean
up
,
an
’
you
wash
your
legs
an
’
put
on
them
shoes
of
yourn
.
»
She
turned
back
to
her
work
.
«
An
’
braid
your
hair
,
"
she
said
.
