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           Isurewillbegladtogetoutthere.Gotafeelin’it’llmakeanewfellaoutame.Gorighttoworkinthefruit."

           Manodded."Hemeansit,too,"shesaid."Workedrightuptothreemonthsago,whenhethrowedhishipoutthelasttime."

           "Damnright,"saidGrampa.

           Tomlookedoutwardfromhisseatonthedoorstep."Herecomesthatpreacher,walkin’aroun’fromthebacksideathebarn."

           Masaid,"CuriousestgraceIeverheerd,thathegivethismornin’.Wasn’thardlynograceatall.Jus’talkin’,butthesoundofitwaslikeagrace."

           "He’safunnyfella,"saidTom."Talksfunnyallthetime.Seemslikehe’stalkin’tohisself,though.Heain’ttryin’toputnothin’over."

           "Watchthelookinhiseye,"saidMa."Helooksbaptized.Gotthatlooktheycalllookin’through.Hesurelooksbaptized.An’a-walkin’withhisheaddown,a-starin’atnothin’onthegroun’.Thereisamanthat’sbaptized."Andshewassilent,forCasyhaddrawnnearthedoor.

           "Yougonnagetsun-shook,walkin’aroundlikethat,"saidTom.

           Casysaid,"Well,yeah—maybe."Heappealedtothemallsuddenly,toMaandGrampaandTom."Igottogetgoin’west.Igottogo.IwonderifIkingoalongwithyoufolks."Andthenhestood,embarrassedbyhisownspeech.

           MalookedtoTomtospeak,becausehewasaman,butTomdidnotspeak.Shelethimhavethechancethatwashisright,andthenshesaid,"Why,we’dbeproudtohaveyou.