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«
There
ain
’
t
many
kids
seen
it
,
"
Winfield
said
.
«
There
ain
’
t
no
kids
seen
it
,
"
Ruthie
insisted
proudly
.
«
On
’
y
us
.
»
Down
by
the
mattress
,
in
the
bright
light
of
the
lamp
,
Ma
and
Mrs
.
Wainwright
held
conference
.
Their
voices
were
raised
a
little
over
the
hollow
beating
of
the
rain
.
Mrs
.
Wainwright
took
a
paring
knife
from
her
apron
pocket
and
slipped
it
under
the
mattress
.
«
Maybe
it
don
’
t
do
no
good
,
"
she
said
apologetically
.
«
Our
folks
always
done
it
.
Don
’
t
do
no
harm
,
anyways
.
»
Ma
nodded
.
«
We
used
a
plow
point
.
I
guess
anything
sharp
’
ll
work
,
long
as
it
can
cut
birth
pains
.
I
hope
it
ain
’
t
gonna
be
a
long
one
.
»
«
You
feelin
’
awright
now
?
»
Rose
of
Sharon
nodded
nervously
.
«
Is
it
a
-
comin
’
?
»
«
Sure
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
Gonna
have
a
nice
baby
.
You
jus
’
got
to
help
us
.
Feel
like
you
could
get
up
an
’
walk
?
»
«
I
can
try
.
»
«
That
’
s
a
good
girl
,
"
Mrs
.
Wainwright
said
.
«
That
is
a
good
girl
.
We
’
ll
he
’
p
you
,
honey
.
We
’
ll
walk
with
ya
.
»
They
helped
her
to
her
feet
and
pinned
a
blanket
over
her
shoulders
.
Then
Ma
held
her
arm
from
one
side
,
and
Mrs
.
Wainwright
from
the
other
.
They
walked
her
to
the
brush
pile
and
turned
slowly
and
walked
her
back
,
over
and
over
;
and
the
rain
drummed
deeply
on
the
roof
.
Ruthie
and
Winfield
watched
anxiously
.
«
When
’
s
she
goin
’
to
have
it
?
»
he
demanded
.
