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Chapter 5
Themissusisquickwithherhands;ingoodtimesshecanmakemoneydoin’piecework."Mrs.Dakinsmiledatthepraise.
SuddenlyLondondroppedhissocialmanner."Wewanttogosomewheresandtalk,"hesaid.
"Well,whynothere?""Wewanttotalksomekindofprivatestuff."
Dakinturnedslowlytohiswife.Hisvoicewasmonotonous."YouandthekidsbetterpayacalltoMrs.Schmidt,Alla."
Herfaceshowedherdisappointment.Herlipspoutedandclosedoverthegold.Foramomentshelookedquestioninglyatherhusband,andhestaredbackwithhiscoldeyes.Hislongwhitehandstwitchedathissides.SuddenlyMrs.Dakinsmiledwidely."Youboysstayrightherean’doyourtalkin’,"shesaid."IoughttobeentoseeMrs.Schmidtbefore.Henry,takeyourbrother’shand."Sheputonashortjacketofrabbit’sfurandpushedathergoldenhair."Youboyshaveagoodtime."Theyheardherwalkawayandknockatadoordowntheline.
Dakinpulleduphistrousersandsatdownonthebigbedandwavedtheotherstothefoldingcanvaschairs.Hiseyeswereveiledanddirectionless,liketheeyesofaboxer."What’sonyourmind,London?"
Londonscratchedhischeek."Howyoufeelaboutthatpaycutjustwhenwewasherealready?"
Dakin’stightmouthtwitched."HowdoyouthinkIfeel?Iain’tgivin’outnocheers."
Londonmovedforwardonhischair."Gotanyidearswhattodo?"
