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Rosasharn
’
s
sick
.
Jus
’
you
be
a
good
girl
a
little
while
.
They
’
ll
be
fun
.
»
Ruthie
wandered
,
complaining
,
away
.
From
the
mattress
where
Rose
of
Sharon
lay
covered
up
there
came
a
quick
sharp
cry
,
cut
off
in
the
middle
.
Ma
whirled
and
went
to
her
.
Rose
of
Sharon
was
holding
her
breath
and
her
eyes
were
filled
with
terror
.
«
What
is
it
?
»
Ma
cried
.
The
girl
expelled
her
breath
and
caught
it
again
.
Suddenly
Ma
put
her
hand
under
the
covers
.
Then
she
stood
up
.
«
Mis
’
Wainwright
,
"
she
called
.
«
Oh
,
Mis
’
Wainwright
!
»
The
fat
little
woman
came
down
the
car
.
«
Want
me
?
»
«
Look
!
»
Ma
pointed
at
Rose
of
Sharon
’
s
face
.
Her
teeth
were
clamped
on
her
lower
lip
and
her
forehead
was
wet
with
perspiration
,
and
the
shining
terror
was
in
her
eyes
.
«
I
think
it
’
s
come
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
It
’
s
early
.
»
The
girl
heaved
a
great
sigh
and
relaxed
.
She
released
her
lip
and
closed
her
eyes
.
Mrs
.
Wainwright
bent
over
her
.
«
Did
it
kinda
grab
you
all
over
—
quick
?
Open
up
an
’
answer
me
.
»
Rose
of
Sharon
nodded
weakly
.
Mrs
.
Wainwright
turned
to
Ma
.
«
Yep
,
"
she
said
.
«
It
’
s
come
.
Early
,
ya
say
?
»
«
Maybe
the
fever
brang
it
.
»
