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«
Hamburg
,
like
to
have
some
hamburg
?
Twenty
cents
a
pound
,
hamburg
.
»
«
Ain
’
t
that
awful
high
?
Seems
to
me
hamburg
was
fifteen
las
’
time
I
got
some
.
»
«
Well
,
"
he
giggled
softly
,
«
yes
,
it
’
s
high
,
an
’
same
time
it
ain
’
t
high
.
Time
you
go
on
in
town
for
a
couple
poun
’
s
of
hamburg
,
it
’
ll
cos
’
you
’
bout
a
gallon
of
gas
.
So
you
see
it
ain
’
t
really
high
here
,
’
cause
you
got
no
gallon
a
gas
.
»
Ma
said
sternly
,
«
It
didn
’
cos
’
you
no
gallon
a
gas
to
get
it
out
here
.
»
He
laughed
delightedly
.
«
You
’
re
lookin
’
at
it
bass
-
ackwards
,
"
he
said
.
«
We
ain
’
t
a
-
buyin
’
it
,
we
’
re
a
-
sellin
’
it
.
If
we
was
buyin
’
it
,
why
,
that
’
d
be
different
.
»
Ma
put
two
fingers
to
her
mouth
and
frowned
with
thought
.
«
It
looks
all
full
a
fat
an
’
gristle
.
»
«
I
ain
’
t
guaranteein
’
she
won
’
t
cook
down
,
"
the
storekeeper
said
.
«
I
ain
’
t
guaranteein
’
I
’
d
eat
her
myself
;
but
they
’
s
lots
of
stuff
I
wouldn
’
do
.
»
Ma
looked
up
at
him
fiercely
for
a
moment
.
She
controlled
her
voice
.
«
Ain
’
t
you
got
some
cheaper
kind
a
meat
?
»
«
Soup
bones
,
"
he
said
.
«
Ten
cents
a
pound
.
»
«
But
them
’
s
jus
’
bones
.
»
