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«
Right
there
—
peeled
.
»
«
We
’
ll
fry
’
em
,
"
said
Ma
.
«
Got
pork
chops
.
Cut
up
them
potatoes
in
the
new
fry
pan
.
And
th
’
ow
in
a
onion
.
You
fellas
go
out
an
’
wash
,
an
’
bring
in
a
bucket
a
water
.
Where
’
s
Ruthie
an
’
Winfiel
’
?
They
oughta
wash
.
They
each
got
Cracker
Jack
,
"
Ma
told
Rose
of
Sharon
.
«
Each
got
a
whole
box
.
»
The
men
went
out
to
wash
in
the
stream
.
Rose
of
Sharon
sliced
the
potatoes
into
the
frying
pan
and
stirred
them
about
with
the
knife
point
.
Suddenly
the
tarpaulin
was
thrust
aside
.
A
stout
perspiring
face
looked
in
from
the
other
end
of
the
car
.
«
How
’
d
you
all
make
out
,
Mis
’
Joad
?
»
Ma
swung
around
.
«
Why
,
evenin
’
,
Mis
’
Wainwright
.
We
done
good
.
Three
an
’
a
half
.
Three
fifty
-
seven
,
exact
.
»
«
We
done
four
dollars
.
»
«
Well
,
"
said
Ma
.
«
’
Course
they
’
s
more
of
you
.
»
«
Yeah
.
Jonas
is
growin
’
up
.
Havin
’
pork
chops
,
I
see
.
»
Winfield
crept
in
through
the
door
.
«
Ma
!
»
«
Hush
a
minute
.
Yes
,
my
men
jus
’
loves
pork
chops
.
»
