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Pa
leaned
over
and
picked
her
up
.
«
We
’
re
wet
through
anyways
,
"
he
said
.
«
Hurry
up
.
Winfiel
’
—
Ruthie
!
Run
on
ahead
.
»
They
came
panting
up
to
the
rain
-
soaked
barn
and
staggered
into
the
open
end
.
There
was
no
door
in
this
end
.
A
few
rusty
farm
tools
lay
about
,
a
disk
plow
and
a
broken
cultivator
,
an
iron
wheel
.
The
rain
hammered
on
the
room
and
curtained
the
entrance
.
Pa
gently
set
Rose
of
Sharon
down
on
an
oily
box
.
«
God
Awmighty
!
»
he
said
.
Ma
said
,
«
Maybe
they
’
s
hay
inside
.
Look
,
there
’
s
a
door
.
»
She
swung
the
door
on
its
rusty
hinges
.
«
They
is
hay
,
"
she
cried
.
«
Come
on
in
,
you
.
»
It
was
dark
inside
.
A
little
light
came
in
through
the
cracks
between
the
boards
.
«
Lay
down
,
Rosasharn
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
Lay
down
an
’
res
’
.
I
’
ll
try
to
figger
some
way
to
dry
you
off
.
»
Winfield
said
,
«
Ma
!
»
and
the
rain
roaring
on
the
roof
drowned
his
voice
.
«
Ma
!
»
«
What
is
it
?
What
you
want
?
»
«
Look
!
In
the
corner
.
»
Ma
looked
.
There
were
two
figures
in
the
gloom
;
a
man
who
lay
on
his
back
,
and
a
boy
sitting
beside
him
,
his
eyes
wide
,
staring
at
the
newcomers
.
As
she
looked
,
the
boy
got
slowly
up
to
his
feet
and
came
toward
her
.
His
voice
croaked
.
«
You
own
this
here
?
»
«
No
,
"
Ma
said
.
«
Jus
’
come
in
outa
the
wet
.
We
got
a
sick
girl
.
