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«
Sh
!
Don
’
t
draw
’
em
.
We
won
’
t
be
let
to
look
.
»
Aggie
joined
them
behind
the
brush
pile
.
Aggie
’
s
lean
face
and
yellow
hair
showed
in
the
lamplight
,
and
her
nose
was
long
and
sharp
in
the
shadow
of
her
head
on
the
wall
.
Ruthie
whispered
,
«
You
ever
saw
a
baby
bore
?
»
«
Sure
,
"
said
Aggie
.
«
Well
,
when
’
s
she
gonna
have
it
?
»
«
Oh
,
not
for
a
long
,
long
time
.
»
«
Well
,
how
long
?
»
«
Maybe
not
‘
fore
tomorrow
mornin
’
.
»
«
Shucks
!
»
said
Ruthie
.
«
Ain
’
t
no
good
watchin
’
now
,
then
.
Oh
!
Look
!
»
The
walking
women
had
stopped
.
Rose
of
Sharon
had
stiffened
,
and
she
whined
with
pain
.
They
laid
her
down
on
the
mattress
and
wiped
her
forehead
while
she
grunted
and
clenched
her
fists
.
And
Ma
talked
softly
to
her
.
«
Easy
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
Gonna
be
all
right
—
all
right
.
Jus
’
grip
ya
hans
’
.
Now
then
,
take
your
lip
inta
your
teeth
.
Tha
’
s
goodtha
’
s
good
.
»
The
pain
passed
on
.
They
let
her
rest
awhile
,
and
then
helped
her
up
again
,
and
the
three
walked
back
and
forth
,
back
and
forth
between
the
pains
.
