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           Youcan’tbenoworseoff,an’ifyougetthrough,why,you’llbea-workin’,an’stuff’llbeeasy.Casycangivemealif’withthisherecar,an’we’llcomea-sailin’."

           Thegatheredfamilyconsideredit.UncleJohndroppedtohishamsbesidePa.

           Alsaid,"Won’tyaneedmetogiveyaahan’withthatcon-rod?"

           "Yousaidyourownse’fyouneverfixedone."

           "That’sright,"Alagreed."Allyagottohaveisastrongback.

           Maybethepreacherdon’wantastay."

           "Well—whoever—Idon’care,"saidTom.

           Pascratchedthedryearthwithhisforefinger."IkindagotanotionTom’sright,"hesaid."Itain’tgoin’tadonogoodallofusstayin’here.Wecangetfifty,ahunderdmileson’foredark."Masaidworriedly,"Howyougonnafindus?"

           "We’llbeonthesameroad,"saidTom."Sixty-sixrightonthrough.Cometoaplacename’Bakersfiel’.SeenitonthemapIgot.Yougostraightonthere."

           "Yeah,butwhenwegettoCaliforniaan’spreadoutsidewaysoffthisroad-?"

           "Don’tyouworry,"Tomreassuredher."We’regonnafindya.

           Californiaain’tthewholeworld."

           "Lookslikeanawfulbigplaceonthemap,"saidMa.

           Paappealedforadvice."John,youseeanyreasonwhynot?"

           "No,"saidJohn.

           "Mr.Wilson,it’syourcar.Yougotanyobjectionsifmyboyfixesheran’bringsheron?"

           "Idon’tseenone,"saidWilson."Seemslikeyoufolksdoneever’thingforusawready.Don’seewhyIcain’tgiveyourboyahan’."