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«
How
’
d
you
get
a
job
like
this
?
»
she
asked
.
«
A
fella
got
to
eat
,
"
he
began
;
and
then
,
belligerently
,
«
A
fella
got
a
right
to
eat
.
»
«
What
fella
?
»
Ma
asked
.
He
placed
the
four
packages
on
the
counter
.
«
Meat
,
"
he
said
.
«
Potatoes
,
bread
,
coffee
.
One
dollar
,
even
.
»
She
handed
him
her
slip
of
paper
and
watched
while
he
entered
the
name
and
the
amount
in
a
ledger
.
«
There
,
"
he
said
.
«
Now
we
’
re
all
even
.
»
Ma
picked
up
her
bags
.
«
Say
,
"
she
said
.
«
We
got
no
sugar
for
the
coffee
.
My
boy
Tom
,
he
wants
sugar
.
Look
!
»
she
said
.
«
They
’
re
a
-
workin
’
out
there
.
You
let
me
have
some
sugar
an
’
I
’
ll
bring
the
slip
in
later
.
»
The
little
man
looked
away
—
took
his
eyes
as
far
from
Ma
as
he
could
.
«
I
can
’
t
do
it
,
"
he
said
softly
.
«
That
’
s
the
rule
.
I
can
’
t
.
I
’
d
get
in
trouble
.
I
’
d
get
canned
.
»
«
But
they
’
re
a
-
workin
’
out
in
the
field
now
.
They
got
more
’
n
a
dime
comin
’
.
Gimme
ten
cents
of
sugar
.
Tom
,
he
wanted
sugar
in
his
coffee
.
Spoke
about
it
.
»
«
I
can
’
t
do
it
,
ma
’
am
.
That
’
s
the
rule
.
No
slip
,
no
groceries
.
The
manager
,
he
talks
about
that
all
the
time
.
No
,
I
can
’
t
do
it
.
No
,
I
can
’
t
.
They
’
d
catch
me
.
They
always
catch
fellas
.
Always
.
I
can
’
t
.
»
«
For
a
dime
?
»
«
For
anything
,
ma
’
am
.
»
He
looked
pleadingly
at
her
.
And
then
his
face
lost
its
fear
.
He
took
ten
cents
from
his
pocket
and
rang
it
up
in
the
cash
register
.
«
There
,
"
he
said
with
relief
.
He
pulled
a
little
bag
from
under
the
counter
,
whipped
it
open
and
scooped
some
sugar
into
it
,
weighed
the
bag
,
and
added
a
little
more
sugar
.
«
There
you
are
,
"
he
said
.
«
Now
it
’
s
all
right
.
You
bring
in
your
slip
an
’
I
’
ll
get
my
dime
back
.
»
