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«
Go
set
in
the
door
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
I
got
to
have
that
box
to
break
up
anyways
.
»
The
men
trooped
in
.
«
Meat
,
by
God
!
»
said
Tom
.
«
And
coffee
.
I
smell
her
.
Jesus
,
I
’
m
hungry
!
I
et
a
lot
of
peaches
,
but
they
didn
’
do
no
good
.
Where
can
we
wash
,
Ma
?
»
«
Go
down
to
the
water
tank
.
Wash
down
there
.
I
jus
’
sent
Ruthie
an
’
Winfiel
’
to
wash
.
»
The
men
went
out
again
.
«
Go
on
now
,
Rosasharn
,
"
Ma
ordered
.
«
Either
you
set
in
the
door
or
else
on
the
bed
.
I
got
to
break
that
box
up
.
»
The
girl
helped
herself
up
with
her
hands
.
She
moved
heavily
to
one
of
the
mattresses
and
sat
down
on
it
.
Ruthie
and
Winfield
came
in
quietly
,
trying
by
silence
and
by
keeping
close
to
the
wall
to
remain
obscure
.
Ma
looked
over
at
them
.
«
I
got
a
feelin
’
you
little
fellas
is
lucky
they
ain
’
t
much
light
,
"
she
said
.
She
pounced
at
Winfield
and
felt
his
hair
.
«
Well
,
you
got
wet
,
anyway
,
but
I
bet
you
ain
’
t
clean
.
»
«
They
wasn
’
t
no
soap
,
"
Winfield
complained
.
«
No
,
that
’
s
right
.
I
couldn
’
buy
no
soap
.
Not
today
.
Maybe
we
can
get
soap
tomorra
.
»
She
went
back
to
the
stove
,
laid
out
the
plates
,
and
began
to
serve
the
supper
.
Two
patties
apiece
and
a
big
potato
.
She
placed
three
slices
of
bread
on
each
plate
.
When
the
meat
was
all
out
of
the
frying
pan
she
poured
a
little
of
the
grease
on
each
plate
.
The
men
came
in
again
,
their
faces
dripping
and
their
hair
shining
with
water
.
«
Leave
me
at
her
,
"
Tom
cried
.
They
took
the
plates
.
They
ate
silently
,
wolfishly
,
and
wiped
up
the
grease
with
the
bread
.
The
children
retired
into
the
corner
of
the
room
,
put
their
plates
on
the
floor
,
and
knelt
in
front
of
the
food
like
little
animals
.
Tom
swallowed
the
last
of
his
bread
.
«
Got
any
more
,
Ma
?
»
