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Chapter 22
Thenshescoopedbaconfromthedeepgreaseandlaiditonatinplatter,andthebaconcrickedandrustledasitgrewcrisp.Sheopenedtherustyovendoorandtookoutasquarepanfullofbighighbiscuits.
Whenthesmellofthebiscuitsstrucktheairbothofthemeninhaleddeeply.Theyoungersaid,«Kee-rist!»softly.
NowtheoldermansaidtoTom,«Hadyourbreakfast?»
«Well,no,Iain’t.Butmyfolksisoverthere.Theyain’tup.
Needthesleep.»
«Well,setdownwithus,then.Wegotplenty—thankGod!»
«Why,thankya,"Tomsaid.«SmellssodarngoodIcouldn’sayno.»
«Don’tshe?»theyoungermanasked.«Eversmellanythingsogoodinyalife?»Theymarchedtothepackingboxandsquattedaroundit.
«Workin’aroundhere?»theyoungmanasked.
«Aimto,"saidTom.«Wejus’gotinlas’night.Ain’thadnochancetolookaroun’.»
«Wehadtwelvedays’work,"theyoungmansaid.
Thegirl,workingbythestove,said,«Theyevengotnewclothes.»
Bothmenlookeddownattheirstiffblueclothes,andtheysmiledalittleshyly.Thegirlsetouttheplatterofbaconandthebrown,highbiscuitsandabowlofbacongravyandapotofcoffee,andthenshesquatteddownbytheboxtoo.Thebabystillnursed,itsheadupunderthegirl’sshirtwaist.
Theyfilledtheirplates,pouredbacongravyoverthebiscuits,andsugaredtheircoffee.
Theoldermanfilledhismouthfull,andhechewedandchewedandgulpedandswallowed.«GodAlmighty,it’sgood!»hesaid,andhefilledhismouthagain.
