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«
Sure
will
,
"
said
Jule
.
«
Well
,
so
long
.
»
Tom
moved
away
into
the
darkness
.
In
the
darkness
of
the
Joad
tent
Ruthie
and
Winfield
lay
on
their
mattress
,
and
Ma
lay
beside
them
.
Ruthie
whispered
,
«
Ma
!
»
«
Yeah
?
Ain
’
t
you
asleep
yet
?
»
«
Ma
—
they
gonna
have
croquet
where
we
’
re
goin
’
?
»
«
I
don
’
know
.
Get
some
sleep
.
We
want
to
get
an
early
start
.
»
«
Well
,
I
wisht
we
’
d
stay
here
where
we
’
re
sure
we
got
croquet
.
»
«
Sh
!
»
said
Ma
.
«
Ma
,
Winfiel
’
hit
a
kid
tonight
.
»
«
He
shouldn
’
of
.
»
«
I
know
.
I
tol
’
’
im
,
but
he
hit
the
kid
right
in
the
nose
an
’
Jesus
,
how
the
blood
run
down
!
»
«
Don
’
talk
like
that
.
It
ain
’
t
a
nice
way
to
talk
.
»
Winfield
turned
over
.
«
That
kid
says
we
was
Okies
,
"
he
said
in
an
outraged
voice
.
«
He
says
he
wasn
’
t
no
Okie
’
cause
he
come
from
Oregon
.
