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«
Seems
like
good
sense
to
me
,
"
said
Pa
.
«
It
is
good
sense
,
"
Tom
insisted
.
«
Soon
’
s
my
face
gets
a
little
better
,
why
I
’
ll
come
out
an
’
go
to
pickin
’
.
»
«
Well
,
awright
,
"
Ma
agreed
.
«
But
don
’
you
take
no
chancet
.
Don
’
let
nobody
see
you
for
a
while
.
»
Tom
crawled
to
the
back
of
the
truck
.
«
I
’
ll
jus
’
take
this
here
blanket
.
You
look
for
that
culvert
on
the
way
back
,
Ma
.
»
«
Take
care
,
"
she
begged
.
«
You
take
care
.
»
«
Sure
,
"
said
Tom
.
«
Sure
I
will
.
»
He
climbed
the
tail
board
,
stepped
down
the
bank
.
«
Good
night
,
"
he
said
.
Ma
watched
his
figure
blur
with
the
night
and
disappear
into
the
bushes
beside
the
stream
.
«
Dear
Jesus
,
I
hope
it
’
s
awright
,
"
she
said
.
Al
asked
,
«
You
want
I
should
go
back
now
?
»
«
Yeah
,
"
said
Pa
.
«
Go
slow
,
"
said
Ma
.
«
I
wanta
be
sure
an
’
see
that
culvert
he
said
about
.
I
got
to
see
that
.
»
