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A
light
sprang
up
in
the
other
end
of
the
car
.
And
there
came
the
sound
of
the
breaking
of
twigs
from
the
Wainwright
end
.
«
Mis
’
Joad
,
"
came
the
call
.
«
We
’
re
gettin
’
ready
.
We
’
ll
be
ready
.
»
Al
grumbled
,
«
What
we
got
to
be
up
so
early
for
?
»
«
It
’
s
on
’
y
twenty
acres
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
Got
to
get
there
.
Ain
’
t
much
cotton
lef
’
.
Got
to
be
there
’
fore
she
’
s
picked
.
»
Ma
rushed
them
dressed
,
rushed
the
breakfast
into
them
.
«
Come
on
,
drink
your
coffee
,
"
she
said
.
«
Got
to
start
.
»
«
We
can
’
t
pick
no
cotton
in
the
dark
,
Ma
.
»
«
We
can
be
there
when
it
gets
light
.
»
«
Maybe
it
’
s
wet
.
»
«
Didn
’
rain
enough
.
Come
on
now
,
drink
your
coffee
.
Al
,
soon
’
s
you
’
re
through
,
better
get
the
engine
runnin
’
.
»
She
called
,
«
You
near
ready
,
Mis
’
Wainwright
?
»
«
Jus
’
eatin
’
.
Be
ready
in
a
minute
.
»
Outside
,
the
camp
had
come
to
life
.
Fires
burned
in
front
of
the
tents
.
The
stovepipes
from
the
boxcars
spurted
smoke
.
Al
tipped
up
his
coffee
and
got
a
mouthful
of
grounds
.
He
went
down
the
cat
-
walk
spitting
them
out
.
«
We
’
re
awready
,
Mis
’
Wainwright
,
"
Ma
called
.
She
turned
to
Rose
of
Sharon
.
She
said
,
«
You
got
to
stay
.
»
The
girl
set
her
jaw
.
«
I
’
m
a
-
goin
,
"
she
said
.
«
Ma
,
I
got
to
go
.
»
«
Well
,
you
got
no
cotton
sack
.
You
can
’
t
pull
no
sack
.
»
