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           Myhan’billsaystheyneedmen.Youlaughan’saytheydon’t.Now,whichone’saliar?"

           TheraggedmanlookeddownintoPa’sangryeyes.Helookedsorry."Han’bill’sright,"hesaid."Theyneedmen."

           "Thenwhythehellyoustirrin’usuplaughin’?"

           "’Causeyoudon’tknowwhatkindamentheyneed."

           "Whatyoutalkin’about?"

           Theraggedmanreachedadecision."Look",hesaid."Howmanymentheysaytheywantonyourhan’bill?"

           "Eighthunderd,an’that’sinonelittleplace."

           "Orangecolorhan’bill?"

           "Why—yes."

           "Givethenameathefella—sayssoandso,laborcontractor?"

           Pareachedinhispocketandbroughtoutthefoldedhandbill."That’sright.How’dyouknow?"

           "Look,"saidtheman."Itdon’tmakenosense.Thisfellawantseighthunderdmen.Soheprintsupfivethousandofthemthingsan’maybetwentythousan’peoplesees’em.An’maybetwo-threethousan’folksgetsmovin’accountathisherehan’bill.Folksthat’scrazywithworry."

           "Butitdon’tmakenosense!"Pacried.

           "Nottillyouseethefellathatputoutthisherebill.You’llseehim,orsomebodythat’sworkin’forhim.You’llbea-campin’byaditch,youan’fiftyotherfamblies.An’he’lllookinyourtentan’seeifyougotanythinglef’toeat.An’ifyougotnothin’,hesays,’Wannajob?’An’you’llsay,’Isuredo,mister.I’llsurethankyouforachancetodosomework.’An’he’llsay,’Icanuseyou.’