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Ruthie
and
Winfield
tried
to
play
for
a
while
,
and
then
they
too
relapsed
into
sullen
inactivity
,
and
the
rain
drummed
down
on
the
roof
.
On
the
third
day
the
sound
of
the
stream
could
be
heard
above
the
drumming
rain
.
Pa
and
Uncle
John
stood
in
the
open
door
and
looked
out
on
the
rising
stream
.
At
both
ends
of
the
camp
the
water
ran
near
to
the
highway
,
but
at
the
camp
it
looped
away
so
that
the
highway
embankment
surrounded
the
camp
at
the
back
and
the
stream
closed
it
in
on
the
front
.
And
Pa
said
,
«
How
’
s
it
look
to
you
,
John
?
Seems
to
me
if
that
crick
comes
up
,
she
’
ll
flood
us
.
»
Uncle
John
opened
his
mouth
and
rubbed
his
bristling
chin
.
«
Yeah
,
"
he
said
.
«
Might
at
that
.
»
Rose
of
Sharon
was
down
with
a
heavy
cold
,
her
face
flushed
and
her
eyes
shining
with
fever
.
Ma
sat
beside
her
with
a
cup
of
hot
milk
.
«
Here
,
"
she
said
.
«
Take
this
here
.
Got
bacon
grease
in
it
for
strength
.
Here
,
drink
it
!
»
Rose
of
Sharon
shook
her
head
weakly
.
«
I
ain
’
t
hungry
.
»
Pa
drew
a
curved
line
in
the
air
with
his
finger
.
«
If
we
was
all
to
get
our
shovels
an
’
throw
up
a
bank
,
I
bet
we
could
keep
her
out
.
On
’
y
have
to
go
from
up
there
down
to
there
.
»
«
Yeah
,
"
Uncle
John
agreed
.
«
Might
.
Dunno
if
them
other
fellas
’
d
wanta
.
They
maybe
ruther
move
somewheres
else
.
»
«
But
these
here
cars
is
dry
,
"
Pa
insisted
.
«
Couldn
’
find
no
dry
place
as
good
as
this
.
You
wait
.
»
From
the
pile
of
brush
in
the
car
he
picked
a
twig
.
He
ran
down
the
cat
-
walk
,
splashed
through
the
mud
to
the
stream
and
he
set
his
twig
upright
on
the
edge
of
the
swirling
water
.
In
a
moment
he
was
back
in
the
car
.
«
Jesus
,
ya
get
wet
through
,
"
he
said
.
Both
men
kept
their
eyes
on
the
little
twig
on
the
water
’
s
edge
.
They
saw
the
water
move
slowly
up
around
it
and
creep
up
the
bank
.
