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Chapter 20
Woulditbegood?Wouldhelikeit?
AndthenUncleJohnseemedtoseethemforthefirsttime.Hechewedslowly.«Youtakethishere,"hesaidtoTom.«Iain’thungry.»
«Youain’tettoday,"Tomsaid.
«Iknow,butIgotastomickache.Iain’thungry.»
Tomsaidquietly,«Youtakethatplateinsidethetentan’youeatit.»
«Iain’thungry,"Johninsisted.«I’dstillsee’eminsidethetent.»
Tomturnedonthechildren.«Yougit,"hesaid.«Goonnow,git.»Thebankofeyesleftthestewandrestedwonderingonhisface.«Goonnow,git.Youain’tdoin’nogood.Thereain’tenoughforyou.»
Maladledstewintothetinplates,verylittlestew,andshelaidtheplatesontheground.«Ican’tsend’emaway,"shesaid.«Idon’tknowwhattodo.Takeyourplatesan’goinside.I’lllet’emhavewhat’slef’.Here,takeaplateintoRosasharn.»Shesmiledupatthechildren.«Look,"shesaid,«youlittlefellasgoan’getyoueachaflatstickan’I’llputwhat’slef’foryou.Buttheyain’ttobenofightin’.»Thegroupbrokeupwithadeadly,silentswiftness.Childrenrantofindsticks,theyrantotheirowntentsandbroughtspoons.BeforeMahadfinishedwiththeplatestheywereback,silentandwolfish.Mashookherhead.«Idunnowhattodo.Ican’trobthefambly.Igottofeedthefambly.Ruthie,Winfiel’,Al,"shecriedfiercely.«Takeyourplates.Hurryup.Gitinthetentquick.»Shelookedapologeticallyatthewaitingchildren.«Thereain’tenough,"shesaidhumbly.
