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Chapter 20
That’saniceplacetolive,youbet.»
«Where’sthat?»Maasked.AndshetookthesticksfromRuthie’shandandfedthefire.Ruthieglaredwithhatredattheoldergirl.
«OverbyWeedpatch.Gotnicetoiletsan’baths,an’youkinwashclothesinatub,an’they’swaterrighthandy,gooddrinkin’water;an’nightsthefolksplaymusican’Sat’dynighttheygiveadance.Oh,youneverseenanythingsonice.Gotaplaceforkidstoplay,an’themtoiletswithpaper.Pulldownalittlejiggeran’thewatercomesrightinthetoilet,an’theyain’tnocopslettocomelookinyourtentanytimetheywant,an’thefellarunsthecampissopolite,comesa-visitin’an’talksan’ain’thighan’mighty.Iwishtwecouldgolivethereagain.»
Masaid,«Ineverheardaboutit.Isurecoulduseawashtub,Itellyou.»
Thegirlwentonexcitedly,«Why,GodAwmighty,theygothotwaterrightinpipes,an’yougetinunderashowerbathan’it’swarm.Youneverseensuchaplace.»
Masaid,«Allfullnow,yasay?»
«Yeah.Las’timeweastitwas.»
«Mus’costalot,"saidMa.
«Well,itcosts,butifyouain’tgotthemoney,theyletyouworkitout—couplehoursaweek,cleanin’up,an’garbagecans.Stufflikethat.An’nightsthey’smusican’folkstalkstogetheran’hotwaterrightinthepipes.Youneverseenothin’sonice.»
Masaid,«Isurewishtwecouldgothere.»
Ruthiehadstoodallshecould.Sheblurtedfiercely,«Granmadiedrightontopathetruck.
