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Chapter 22
Ruthiestaredatthegroundinembarrassment,andchangedthesubject.«Theygottoiletsoverthere,"shesaid.«Whiteones.»
«Youbeeninthere?»Mademanded.
«Mean’Winfiel’,"shesaid;andthen,treacherously,«Winfiel’,hebustatoilet.»
Winfieldturnedred.HeglaredatRuthie.«Shepee’dinone,"hesaidviciously.
Mawasapprehensive.«Nowwhatdidyoudo?Youshowme.»Sheforcedthemtothedoorandinside.«Nowwhat’dyoudo?»
Ruthiepointed.«Itwasa-hissin’anda-swishin’.Stoppednow.»
«Showmewhatyoudone,"Mademanded.
Winfieldwentreluctantlytothetoilet.«Ididn’pushithard,"hesaid.«Ijus’hadaholtofthishere,an’—"Theswishofwatercameagain.Heleapedaway.
Mathrewbackherheadandlaughed,whileRuthieandWinfieldregardedherresentfully.«Tha’sthewaysheworks,"Masaid.«Iseenthembefore.Whenyoufinish,youpushthat.»
Theshameoftheirignorancewastoogreatforthechildren.Theywentoutthedoor,andtheywalkeddownthestreettostareatalargefamilyeatingbreakfast.
Mawatchedthemoutofthedoor.Andthenshelookedabouttheroom.Shewenttotheshowerclosetsandlookedin.Shewalkedtothewashbasinsandranherfingeroverthewhiteporcelain.Sheturnedthewateronalittleandheldherfingerinthestream,andjerkedherhandawaywhenthewatercamehot.Foramomentsheregardedthebasin,andthen,settingtheplug,shefilledthebowlalittlefromthehotfaucet,alittlefromthecold.
