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«
Well
—
"
The
excitement
began
to
steal
into
Ruthie
’
s
eyes
.
«
Awright
.
»
Ruthie
turned
and
fled
.
Halfway
to
the
door
she
caught
Winfield
and
rushed
him
out
the
door
,
into
the
evening
.
Uncle
John
fingered
a
pair
of
canvas
gloves
with
yellow
leather
palms
,
tried
them
on
and
took
them
off
and
laid
them
down
.
He
moved
gradually
to
the
liquor
shelves
,
and
he
stood
studying
the
labels
on
the
bottles
.
Ma
saw
him
,
«
Pa
,
"
she
said
,
and
motioned
with
her
head
toward
Uncle
John
.
Pa
lounged
over
to
him
.
«
Gettin
’
thirsty
,
John
?
»
«
No
,
I
ain
’
t
.
»
«
Jus
’
wait
till
cotton
’
s
done
,
"
said
Pa
.
«
Then
you
can
go
on
a
hell
of
a
drunk
.
»
«
’
Tain
’
t
sweatin
’
me
none
,
"
Uncle
John
said
.
«
I
’
m
workin
’
hard
an
’
sleepin
’
good
.
No
dreams
nor
nothin
’
.
»
«
Jus
’
seen
you
sort
of
droolin
’
out
at
them
bottles
.
»
«
I
didn
’
hardly
see
’
em
.
Funny
thing
.
I
wanta
buy
stuff
.
Stuff
I
don
’
t
need
.
Like
to
git
one
a
them
safety
razors
.
Thought
I
’
d
like
to
have
some
a
them
gloves
over
there
.
Awful
cheap
.
»
«
Can
’
t
pick
no
cotton
with
gloves
,
"
said
Pa
.
