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«
Make
’
em
open
it
.
Got
to
get
somepin
in
you
fellas
.
You
got
to
get
out
to
work
.
»
Pa
struggled
into
his
overalls
and
put
on
his
rusty
coat
.
He
went
sluggishly
out
the
door
,
yawning
and
stretching
.
The
children
awakened
and
watched
from
under
their
blanket
,
like
mice
.
Pale
light
filled
the
room
now
,
but
colorless
light
,
before
the
sun
.
Ma
glanced
at
the
mattresses
.
Uncle
John
was
awake
.
Al
slept
heavily
.
Her
eyes
moved
to
Tom
.
For
a
moment
she
peered
at
him
,
and
then
she
moved
quickly
to
him
.
His
face
was
puffed
and
blue
,
and
the
blood
was
dried
black
on
his
lips
and
chin
.
The
edges
of
the
torn
cheek
were
gathered
and
tight
.
«
Tom
,
"
she
whispered
,
«
what
’
s
the
matter
?
»
«
Sh
!
»
he
said
.
«
Don
’
t
talk
loud
.
I
got
in
a
fight
.
»
«
Tom
!
»
«
I
couldn
’
help
it
,
Ma
.
»
She
knelt
down
beside
him
.
«
You
in
trouble
?
»
He
was
a
long
time
answering
.
«
Yeah
,
"
he
said
.
«
In
trouble
.
I
can
’
t
go
out
to
work
.
I
got
to
hide
.
»
The
children
crawled
near
on
their
hands
and
knees
,
staring
greedily
.
«
What
’
s
the
matter
’
th
him
,
Ma
?
»
