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«
An
’
they
set
the
prices
?
»
«
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
»
She
looked
up
,
smiling
a
little
.
«
Ever
’
body
comes
in
talks
like
me
,
is
mad
?
»
He
hesitated
for
a
moment
.
«
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
»
«
An
’
that
’
s
why
you
make
fun
?
»
«
What
cha
mean
?
»
«
Doin
’
a
dirty
thing
like
this
.
Shames
ya
,
don
’
t
it
?
Got
to
act
flip
,
huh
?
»
Her
voice
was
gentle
.
The
clerk
watched
her
,
fascinated
.
He
didn
’
t
answer
.
«
That
’
s
how
it
is
,
"
Ma
said
finally
.
«
Forty
cents
for
meat
,
fifteen
for
bread
,
quarter
for
potatoes
.
That
’
s
eighty
cents
.
Coffee
?
»
«
Twenty
cents
the
cheapest
,
ma
’
am
.
»
«
An
’
that
’
s
the
dollar
.
Seven
of
us
workin
’
,
an
’
that
’
s
supper
.
»
She
studied
her
hand
.
«
Wrap
’
em
up
,
"
she
said
quickly
.
«
Yes
,
ma
’
am
,
"
he
said
.
«
Thanks
.
»
He
put
the
potatoes
in
a
bag
and
folded
the
top
carefully
down
.
His
eyes
slipped
to
Ma
,
and
then
hid
in
his
work
again
.
She
watched
him
,
and
she
smiled
a
little
.
