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Chapter 20
Tomopenedthedoorandsteppedout.Thefamilyclimbeddownfromtheloadandlookedcuriouslyatthecamp.RuthieandWinfield,fromthehabitoftheroad,tookdownthebucketandwalkedtowardthewillows,wheretherewouldbewater;andthelineofchildrenpartedforthemandclosedafterthem.
Theflapsofthefirstshackpartedandawomanlookedout.Hergrayhairwasbraided,andsheworeadirty,floweredMotherHubbard.Herfacewaswizenedanddull,deepgraypouchesunderblankeyes,andamouthslackandloose.
Pasaid,«Canwejus’pullupanywheresan’camp?»
Theheadwaswithdrawninsidetheshack.Foramomenttherewasquietandthentheflapswerepushedasideandabeardedmaninshirtsleevessteppedout.Thewomanlookedoutafterhim,butshedidnotcomeintotheopen.
Thebeardedmansaid,«Howdy,folks,"andhisrestlessdarkeyesjumpedtoeachmemberofthefamily,andfromthemtothetrucktotheequipment.
Pasaid,«Ijus’astyourwomanifit’sallrighttosetourstuffanywheres.»
ThebeardedmanlookedatPaintently,asthoughhehadsaidsomethingverywisethatneededthought.«Setdownanywheres,hereinthisplace?»heasked.
«Sure.Anybodyownthisplace,thatwegottosee’forewecancamp?»
ThebeardedmansquintedoneeyenearlyclosedandstudiedPa.«Youwantacamphere?»
Pa’sirritationarose.Thegraywomanpeeredoutoftheburlapshack.«WhatyouthinkI’ma-sayin’?»Pasaid.
«Well,ifyouwantacamphere,whydon’tya?Iain’ta-stoppin’you.»
Tomlaughed.«Hegotit.»
