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«
Well
,
don
’
you
shame
us
.
We
got
too
much
on
us
now
,
without
no
shame
.
»
The
girl
’
s
lip
quivered
.
«
I
—
I
ain
’
goin
’
to
the
dance
.
I
couldn
’
Mahe
’
p
me
!
»
She
sat
down
and
buried
her
head
in
her
hands
.
Ma
wiped
her
hands
on
the
dish
towel
and
she
squatted
down
in
front
of
her
daughter
,
and
she
put
her
two
hands
on
Rose
of
Sharon
’
s
hair
.
«
You
’
re
a
good
girl
,
"
she
said
.
«
You
always
was
a
good
girl
.
I
’
ll
take
care
a
you
.
Don
’
t
you
fret
.
»
She
put
an
interest
in
her
tone
.
«
Know
what
you
an
’
me
’
s
gonna
do
?
We
’
re
a
-
goin
’
to
that
dance
,
an
’
we
’
re
a
-
gonna
set
there
an
watch
.
If
anybody
says
to
come
dancewhy
,
I
’
ll
say
you
ain
’
t
strong
enough
.
I
’
ll
say
you
’
re
poorly
.
An
’
you
can
hear
the
music
an
’
all
like
that
.
»
Rose
of
Sharon
raised
her
head
.
«
You
won
’
t
let
me
dance
?
»
«
No
,
I
won
’
t
.
»
«
An
’
don
’
let
nobody
touch
me
.
»
«
No
,
I
won
’
t
.
»
The
girl
sighed
.
She
said
desperately
,
«
I
don
’
know
what
I
’
m
a
-
gonna
do
,
Ma
.
I
jus
’
don
’
know
.
I
don
’
know
.
»
Ma
patted
her
knee
.
«
Look
,
"
she
said
.
«
Look
here
at
me
.
I
’
m
a
-
gonna
tell
ya
.
In
a
little
while
it
ain
’
t
gonna
be
so
bad
.
In
a
little
while
.
An
’
that
’
s
true
.
Now
come
on
.
We
’
ll
go
get
washed
up
,
an
’
we
’
ll
put
on
our
nice
dress
an
’
we
’
ll
set
by
the
dance
.
»
She
led
Rose
of
Sharon
toward
the
sanitary
unit
.
Pa
and
Uncle
John
squatted
with
a
group
of
men
by
the
porch
of
the
office
.
«
We
nearly
got
work
today
,
"
Pa
said
.
«
We
was
jus
’
a
few
minutes
late
.
They
awready
got
two
fellas
.
An
’
,
well
,
sir
,
it
was
a
funny
thing
.
They
’
s
a
straw
boss
there
,
an
’
he
says
,
’
We
jus
’
got
some
two
-
bit
men
.
’
Course
we
could
use
twenty
-
cent
men
.
We
can
use
a
lot
of
twenty
-
cent
men
.
You
go
to
your
camp
an
’
say
we
’
ll
put
a
lot
a
fellas
on
for
twenty
cents
.
’
"
The
squatting
men
moved
nervously
.
A
broad
-
shouldered
man
,
his
face
completely
in
the
shadow
of
a
black
hat
,
spatted
his
knee
with
his
palm
.
«
I
know
it
,
goddamn
it
!
»
he
cried
.
«
An
’
they
’
ll
git
men
.
They
’
ll
git
hungry
men
.
You
can
’
t
feed
your
fam
’
ly
on
twenty
cents
an
hour
,
but
you
’
ll
take
anything
.
They
got
you
goin
’
an
’
comin
’
.
They
jes
’
auction
a
job
off
.
Jesus
Christ
,
pretty
soon
they
’
re
gonna
make
us
pay
to
work
.
»
