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Chapter 22
«An’thatlady—sheseenme,an’sheseenaboutthebaby,an’—knowwhatshesaid?Saidthey’sanursecomesever’week.An’I’mtogoseethatnursean’she’lltellmejus’whattodoso’sthebaby’llbestrong.Saysalltheladiesheredothat.An’I’ma-gonnadoit.»Thewordsbubbledout.«An’—knowwhat-?Las’weektheywasababybornedan’thewholecampgiveaparty,an’theygiveclothes,an’theygivestuffforthebaby—evengiveababybuggy—wickerone.Wasn’tnew,buttheygiveitacoatapinkpaint,an’itwasjus’likenew.An’theygivethebabyaname,an’hadacake.Oh,Lord!»Shesubsided,breathingheavily.
Masaid,«PraiseGod,wecomehometoourownpeople.I’ma-gonnahaveabath.»
«Oh,it’snice,"thegirlsaid.
Mawipedthetindishesandstackedthem.Shesaid,«We’reJoads.Wedon’tlookuptonobody.Grampa’sgrampa,hefitintheRevolution.Wewasfarmpeopletillthedebt.Andthen—thempeople.Theydonesomepintous.Ever’timetheycomeseemedliketheywasa-whippin’me—allofus.An’inNeedles,thatpolice.Hedonesomepintome,mademefeelmean.Mademefeelashamed.An’nowIain’tashamed.
Thesefolksisourfolks—isourfolks.An’thatmanager,hecomean’setan’drankcoffee,an’hesays,’Mrs.Joad’this,an’’Mrs.Joad’that—an’’Howyougettin’on,Mrs.Joad?’"Shestoppedandsighed,«Why,Ifeellikepeopleagain.»Shestackedthelastdish.
