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           "Youcanbeworkin’,layin’inalittlemoney,ifwedon’ketchupwithya,"saidTom."An’supposewealljus’layaroun’here.Thereain’tnowaterhere,an’wecan’tmovethisherecar.Buts’poseyouallgitouttherean’gittowork.Why,you’dhavemoney,an’maybeahousetolivein.Howaboutit,Casy?Wannastaywithmean’gimmealif’?"

           "Iwannadowhat’sbes’foryoufolks,"saidCasy."Youtookmein,carriedmealong.I’lldowhatever."

           "Well,you’lllayonyourbackan’getgreaseinyourfaceifyoustayhere,"Tomsaid.

           "Suitsmeawright."

           Pasaid,"Well,ifthat’sthewayshe’sgonnago,webettergeta-shovin’.Wecanmaybesqueezeinahunderdmiles’forewestop."Masteppedinfrontofhim."Iain’ta-gonnago."

           "Whatyoumean,youain’tgonnago?Yougottogo.Yougottolookafterthefamily."Pawasamazedattherevolt.

           Masteppedtothetouringcarandreachedinonthefloorofthebackseat.Shebroughtoutajackhandleandbalanceditinherhandeasily."Iain’ta-gonnago,"shesaid.

           "Itellyou,yougottogo.Wemadeupourmind."

           AndnowMa’smouthsethard.Shesaidsoftly,"On’ywayyougonnagetmetogoiswhupme."Shemovedthejackhandlegentlyagain."An’I’llshameyou,Pa.Iwon’ttakenowhuppin’,cryin’an’a-beggin’.I’lllightintoyou.An’youain’tsosureyoucanwhupmeanyways.