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«
I
’
ll
carry
’
im
for
you
,
ma
’
am
.
»
«
No
,
here
,
give
’
im
to
me
.
»
She
hoisted
the
little
boy
and
turned
back
;
and
then
she
remembered
herself
.
«
I
sure
thank
ya
,
"
she
said
to
the
men
.
«
Welcome
,
ma
’
am
.
The
little
fella
’
s
purty
weak
.
Looks
like
he
got
worms
.
»
Ma
hurried
back
,
and
Winfield
was
limp
and
relaxed
in
her
arms
.
Ma
carried
him
into
the
house
and
knelt
down
and
laid
him
on
a
mattress
.
«
Tell
me
.
What
’
s
the
matter
?
»
she
demanded
.
He
opened
his
eyes
dizzily
and
shook
his
head
and
closed
his
eyes
again
.
Ruthie
said
,
«
I
tol
’
ya
,
Ma
.
He
skittered
all
day
.
Ever
’
little
while
.
Et
too
many
peaches
.
»
Ma
felt
his
head
.
«
He
ain
’
t
fevered
.
But
he
’
s
white
and
drawed
out
.
»
Tom
came
near
and
held
the
lantern
down
.
«
I
know
,
"
he
said
.
«
He
’
s
hungered
.
Got
no
strength
.
Get
him
a
can
a
milk
an
’
make
him
drink
it
.
Make
’
im
take
milk
on
his
mush
.
»
«
Winfiel
’
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
Tell
how
ya
feel
.
»
«
Dizzy
,
"
said
Winfield
,
«
jus
’
a
whirlin
’
dizzy
.
»
«
You
never
seen
such
skitters
,
"
Ruthie
said
importantly
.
