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She
looked
ashamedly
down
.
«
No
,
but
we
might
git
work
any
time
.
»
«
Now
you
hol
’
up
your
head
,
"
Jessie
said
.
«
That
ain
’
t
no
crime
.
You
jes
’
waltz
right
over
t
’
the
Weedpatch
store
an
’
git
you
some
groceries
.
The
camp
got
twenty
dollars
’
credit
there
.
You
git
yourself
fi
’
dollars
’
worth
.
An
’
you
kin
pay
it
back
to
the
Central
Committee
when
you
git
work
.
Mis
’
Joyce
,
you
knowed
that
,
"
she
said
sternly
.
«
How
come
you
let
your
girls
git
hungry
?
»
«
We
ain
’
t
never
took
no
charity
,
"
Mrs
.
Joyce
said
.
«
This
ain
’
t
charity
,
an
’
you
know
it
,
"
Jessie
raged
.
«
We
had
all
that
out
.
They
ain
’
t
no
charity
in
this
here
camp
.
We
won
’
t
have
no
charity
.
Now
you
waltz
right
over
an
’
git
you
some
groceries
,
an
’
you
bring
the
slip
to
me
.
»
Mrs
.
Joyce
said
timidly
,
«
S
’
pose
we
can
’
t
never
pay
?
We
ain
’
t
had
work
for
a
long
time
.
»
«
You
’
ll
pay
if
you
can
.
If
you
can
’
t
,
that
ain
’
t
none
of
our
business
,
an
’
it
ain
’
t
your
business
.
One
fella
went
away
,
an
’
two
months
later
he
sent
back
the
money
.
You
ain
’
t
got
the
right
to
let
your
girls
git
hungry
in
this
here
camp
.
»
Mrs
.
Joyce
was
cowed
.
«
Yes
,
ma
’
am
,
"
she
said
.
«
Git
you
some
cheese
for
them
girls
,
"
Jessie
ordered
.
«
That
’
ll
take
care
a
them
skitters
.
»
