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«
No
,
I
don
’
think
so
,
"
said
Ma
.
«
Got
a
chill
.
Maybe
took
col
’
.
Gimme
a
han
’
,
will
you
?
»
The
two
women
supported
Rose
of
Sharon
.
After
a
few
steps
her
strength
came
back
—
her
legs
took
her
weight
.
«
I
’
m
awright
,
Ma
,
"
she
said
.
«
It
was
jus
’
a
minute
there
.
»
The
older
women
kept
hands
on
her
elbows
.
«
Feet
in
hot
water
,
"
Ma
said
wisely
.
They
helped
her
up
the
cat
-
walk
and
into
the
boxcar
.
«
You
rub
her
,
"
Mrs
.
Wainwright
said
.
«
I
’
ll
get
a
far
’
goin
’
.
»
She
used
the
last
of
the
twigs
and
built
up
a
blaze
in
the
stove
.
The
rain
poured
now
,
scoured
at
the
roof
of
the
car
.
Ma
looked
up
at
it
.
«
Thank
God
we
got
a
tight
roof
,
"
she
said
.
«
Them
tents
leaks
,
no
matter
how
good
.
Jus
’
put
on
a
little
water
,
Mis
’
Wainwright
.
»
Rose
of
Sharon
lay
still
on
a
mattress
.
She
let
them
take
off
her
shoes
and
rub
her
feet
.
Mrs
.
Wainwright
bent
over
her
.
«
You
got
pain
?
»
she
demanded
.
«
No
.
Jus
’
don
’
feel
good
.
Jus
’
feel
bad
.
»
«
I
got
pain
killer
an
’
salts
,
"
Mrs
.
Wainwright
said
.
«
You
’
re
welcome
to
’
em
if
you
want
’
em
.
Perfec
’
ly
welcome
.
»
The
girl
shivered
violently
.
«
Cover
me
up
,
Ma
.
I
’
m
col
’
.
»
Ma
brought
all
the
blankets
and
piled
them
on
top
of
her
.
The
rain
roared
down
on
the
roof
.
Now
the
wood
-
gatherers
returned
,
their
arms
piled
high
with
sticks
and
their
hats
and
coats
dripping
.
«
Jesus
,
she
’
s
wet
,
"
Pa
said
.
«
Soaks
you
in
a
minute
.
»
