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«
We
got
to
hurry
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
If
this
here
girl
gits
good
an
’
wetI
don
’
t
know
what
’
ll
happen
to
her
.
»
«
You
ain
’
t
said
where
-
at
we
’
re
a
-
hurryin
’
to
,
"
Pa
reminded
her
sarcastically
.
The
road
curved
along
beside
the
stream
.
Ma
searched
the
land
and
the
flooded
fields
.
Far
off
the
road
,
on
the
left
,
on
a
slight
rolling
hill
a
rain
-
blackened
barn
stood
.
«
Look
!
»
Ma
said
.
«
Look
there
!
I
bet
it
’
s
dry
in
that
barn
.
Let
’
s
go
there
till
the
rain
stops
.
»
Pa
sighed
.
«
Prob
’
ly
get
run
out
by
the
fella
owns
it
.
»
Ahead
,
beside
the
road
,
Ruthie
saw
a
spot
of
red
.
She
raced
to
it
.
A
scraggly
geranium
gone
wild
,
and
there
was
one
rain
-
beaten
blossom
on
it
.
She
picked
the
flower
.
She
took
a
petal
carefully
off
and
stuck
it
on
her
nose
.
Winfield
ran
up
to
see
.
«
Lemme
have
one
?
»
he
said
.
«
No
,
sir
!
It
’
s
all
mine
.
I
foun
’
it
.
»
She
stuck
another
red
petal
on
her
forehead
,
a
little
bright
-
red
heart
.
«
Come
on
,
Ruthie
!
Lemme
have
one
.
Come
on
,
now
.
»
He
grabbed
at
the
flower
in
her
hand
and
missed
it
,
and
Ruthie
banged
him
in
the
face
with
her
open
hand
.
He
stood
for
a
moment
,
surprised
,
and
then
his
lips
shook
and
his
eyes
welled
.
The
others
caught
up
.
«
Now
what
you
done
?
»
Ma
asked
.
«
Now
what
you
done
?
»
