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«
Mornin
’
.
»
The
man
ran
his
fingers
through
his
coarse
,
short
,
graying
hair
.
«
You
people
looking
for
work
?
»
«
We
sure
are
,
mister
.
Lookin
’
even
under
boards
.
»
«
Can
you
pick
peaches
?
»
«
We
never
done
it
,
"
Pa
said
.
«
We
can
do
anything
,
"
Tom
said
hurriedly
.
«
We
can
pick
anything
there
is
.
»
The
man
fingered
his
gold
football
.
«
Well
,
there
’
s
plenty
of
work
for
you
about
forty
miles
north
.
»
«
We
’
d
sure
admire
to
get
it
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
You
tell
us
how
to
get
there
,
an
’
we
’
ll
go
a
-
lopin
’
.
»
«
Well
,
you
go
north
to
Pixley
,
that
’
s
thirty
-
five
or
six
miles
,
and
you
turn
east
.
Go
about
six
miles
.
Ask
anybody
where
the
Hooper
ranch
is
.
You
’
ll
find
plenty
of
work
there
.
»
«
We
sure
will
.
»
«
Know
where
there
’
s
other
people
looking
for
work
?
»
«
Sure
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
Down
at
the
Weedpatch
camp
they
’
s
plenty
lookin
’
for
work
.
»
