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           That’swhatyougottodo.Ol’timersdoesthat.Anewyoungfellagetsbuttin’hisheadonthecelldoor.He’sthinkin’howlongit’sgonnabe.Whyn’tyoudothat?Jus’takeever’day."

           "That’sagoodway,"shesaid,andshefilledupherbucketwithhotwaterfromthestove,andsheputindirtyclothesandbeganpunchingthemdownintothesoapywater."Yes,that’sagoodway.ButIliketothinkhowniceit’sgonnabe,maybe,inCalifornia.Nevercold.An’fruitever’place,an’peoplejustbein’inthenicestplaces,littlewhitehousesinamongtheorangetrees.Iwonder—thatis,ifweallgetjobsan’allwork—maybewecangetoneofthemlittlewhitehouses.An’thelittlefellasgooutan’pickorangesrightoffthetree.Theyain’tgonnabeabletostandit,they’llgettoyellin’so."

           Tomwatchedherworking,andhiseyessmiled."Itdoneyougoodjus’thinkin’aboutit.IknowedafellafromCalifornia.Hedidn’ttalklikeus.You’dofknowedhecomefromsomefar-offplacejus’thewayhetalked.Buthesaysthey’stoomanyfolkslookin’forworkrighttherenow.An’hesaysthefolksthatpickthefruitliveindirtyol’campsan’don’thardlygetenoughtoeat.Hesayswagesislowan’hardtogetany."

           Ashadowcrossedherface."Oh,thatain’tso,"shesaid."Yourfathergotahan’billonyellapaper,tellin’howtheyneedfolkstowork.Theywouldn’tgotothattroubleiftheywasn’tplentywork.Costs’emgoodmoneytogetthemhan’billsout.