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           We’dkeeptogetherontheroadan’it’dbegoodforever’body."

           Wilsonjumpedup."Why,sure.Why,we’dbeproud.Wecertain’ywould.Youhearthat,Sairy?"

           "It’sanicething,"saidSairy."Wouldn’beaburdenonyoufolks?"

           "No,byGod,"saidPa."Wouldn’tbenoburdenatall.You’dbehelpin’us."

           Wilsonsettledbackuneasily."Well,Idunno."

           "What’samatter,don’youwanta?"

           "Well,yasee—Ion’ygot’boutthirtydollarslef’,an’Iwon’tbenoburden."

           Masaid,"Youwon’tbenoburden.Each’llhelpeach,an’we’llallgittoCalifornia.SairyWilsonhe’pedlayGrampaout,"andshestopped.Therelationshipwasplain.

           Alcried,"Thatcar’lltakesixeasy.Saymetodrive,an’Rosasharnan’ConnieandGranma.Thenwetakethebiglightstuffan’pileheronthetruck.An’we’lltradeoffever’sooften."Hespokeloudly,foraloadofworrywasliftedfromhim.

           Theysmiledshylyandlookeddownattheground.Pafingeredthedustyearthwithhisfingertips.Hesaid,"Mafavorsawhitehousewithorangesgrowin’around.They’sabigpitcheronacalendarsheseen."

           Sairysaid,"IfIgetsickagain,yougottogoonan’getthere.Weain’ta-goin’toburden."

           MalookedcarefullyatSairy,andsheseemedtoseeforthefirsttimethepain-tormentedeyesandthefacethatwashauntedandshrinkingwithpain.AndMasaid,"Wegonnaseeyougetthrough.Yousaidyourself,youcan’tlethelpgounwanted."