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«
Well
,
we
ain
’
t
doin
’
nothin
’
,
might
’
s
well
be
workin
’
.
We
ain
’
t
gonna
find
us
no
nice
place
to
live
like
this
.
Come
on
,
now
.
Le
’
s
go
talk
to
the
other
fellas
.
We
can
do
her
if
ever
’
body
helps
.
»
Al
said
,
«
If
Aggie
goes
,
I
’
m
a
-
goin
’
too
.
»
Pa
said
,
«
Look
,
Al
,
if
them
fellas
won
’
t
dig
,
then
we
’
ll
all
hafta
go
.
Come
on
,
le
’
s
go
talk
to
’
em
.
»
They
hunched
their
shoulders
and
ran
down
the
cat
-
walk
to
the
next
car
and
up
the
walk
into
its
open
door
.
Ma
was
at
the
stove
,
feeding
a
few
sticks
to
the
feeble
flame
.
Ruthie
crowded
close
beside
her
.
«
I
’
m
hungry
,
"
Ruthie
whined
.
«
No
,
you
ain
’
t
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
You
had
good
mush
.
»
«
Wisht
I
had
a
box
a
Cracker
Jack
.
There
ain
’
t
nothin
’
to
do
.
Ain
’
t
no
fun
.
»
«
They
’
ll
be
fun
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
You
jus
’
wait
.
Be
fun
purty
soon
.
Git
a
house
an
’
a
place
,
purty
soon
.
»
«
Wisht
we
had
a
dog
,
"
Ruthie
said
.
«
We
’
ll
have
a
dog
;
have
a
cat
,
too
.
»
«
Yella
cat
?
»
«
Don
’
t
bother
me
,
"
Ma
begged
.
«
Don
’
t
go
plaguin
’
me
now
,
Ruthie
.
