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Tom
and
Pa
were
carrying
the
mattresses
into
the
house
when
a
clerk
appeared
.
He
wore
khaki
trousers
and
a
blue
shirt
and
a
black
necktie
.
He
wore
silver
-
bound
eyeglasses
,
and
his
eyes
,
through
the
thick
lenses
,
were
weak
and
red
,
and
the
pupils
were
staring
little
bull
’
s
eyes
.
He
leaned
forward
to
look
at
Tom
.
«
I
want
to
get
you
checked
down
,
"
he
said
.
«
How
many
of
you
going
to
work
?
»
Tom
said
,
«
They
’
s
four
men
.
Is
this
here
hard
work
?
»
«
Picking
peaches
,
"
the
clerk
said
.
«
Piece
work
.
Give
five
cents
a
box
.
»
«
Ain
’
t
no
reason
why
the
little
fellas
can
’
t
help
?
»
«
Sure
not
,
if
they
’
re
careful
.
»
Ma
stood
in
the
doorway
.
«
Soon
’
s
I
get
settled
down
I
’
ll
come
out
an
’
help
.
We
got
nothin
’
to
eat
,
mister
.
Do
we
get
paid
right
off
?
»
«
Well
,
no
,
not
money
right
off
.
But
you
can
get
credit
at
the
store
for
what
you
got
coming
.
»
«
Come
on
,
let
’
s
hurry
,
"
Tom
said
.
«
I
want
ta
get
some
meat
an
’
bread
in
me
tonight
.
Where
do
we
go
,
mister
?
»
«
I
’
m
going
out
there
now
.
Come
with
me
.
»
Tom
and
Pa
and
Al
and
Uncle
John
walked
with
him
down
the
dusty
street
and
into
the
orchard
,
in
among
the
peach
trees
.
The
narrow
leaves
were
beginning
to
turn
a
pale
yellow
.
The
peaches
were
little
globes
of
gold
and
red
on
the
branches
.
Among
the
trees
were
piles
of
empty
boxes
.
The
pickers
scurried
about
,
filling
their
buckets
from
the
branches
,
putting
the
peaches
in
the
boxes
,
carrying
the
boxes
to
the
checking
station
;
and
at
the
stations
,
where
the
piles
of
filled
boxes
waited
for
the
trucks
,
clerks
waited
to
check
against
the
names
of
the
pickers
.
«
Here
’
s
four
more
,
"
the
guide
said
to
a
clerk
.
«
O
.
K
.
Ever
picked
before
?
»
«
Never
did
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
Well
,
pick
careful
.
No
bruised
fruit
,
no
windfalls
.
Bruise
your
fruit
an
’
we
won
’
t
check
’
em
.
There
’
s
some
buckets
.
»
Tom
picked
up
a
three
-
gallon
bucket
and
looked
at
it
.
«
Full
a
holes
on
the
bottom
.
»
