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«
In
a
pig
’
s
eye
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Wainwright
.
«
Come
on
,
you
lay
down
awhile
.
»
Ma
fanned
the
air
slowly
with
her
cardboard
.
«
You
been
frien
’
ly
,
"
she
said
.
«
We
thank
you
.
»
The
stout
woman
smiled
.
«
No
need
to
thank
.
Ever
’
body
’
s
in
the
same
wagon
.
S
’
pose
we
was
down
.
You
’
d
a
give
us
a
han
’
.
»
«
Yes
,
"
Ma
said
,
«
we
would
.
»
«
Or
anybody
.
»
«
Or
anybody
.
Use
’
ta
be
the
fambly
was
fust
.
It
ain
’
t
so
now
.
It
’
s
anybody
.
Worse
off
we
get
,
the
more
we
got
to
do
.
»
«
We
couldn
’
a
saved
it
.
»
«
I
know
,
"
said
Ma
.
Ruthie
sighed
deeply
and
took
her
arm
from
over
her
eyes
.
She
looked
blindly
at
the
lamp
for
a
moment
,
and
then
turned
her
head
and
looked
at
Ma
.
«
Is
it
bore
?
»
she
demanded
.
«
Is
the
baby
out
?
»
Mrs
.
Wainwright
picked
up
a
sack
and
spread
it
over
the
apple
box
in
the
corner
.
