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Chapter 22
’Fwecangetwork,guesswewill.»
Ashadowcrossedthewoman’sface,andthelittleblackeyesgrewfierce.«’Fyoucangitwork.That’swhatweallsay.»
«Mybrothergotajobalreadythismornin’.»
«Did,huh?Maybeyou’relucky.Lookoutforluck.Youcan’ttrus’luck.»Shesteppedclose.«Youcanonlygitonekindaluck.Cain’thavemore.Youbeagoodgirl,"shesaidfiercely.«Youbegood.Ifyougotsinonyou—youbetterwatchoutforthattherebaby.»ShesquatteddowninfrontofRoseofSharon.«They’sscandalousthingsgoesoninthisherecamp,"shesaiddarkly.«Ever’Sat’dynightthey’sdancin’,an’notonlysquar’dancin’,neither.They’ssomedoesclutch-an’-hugdancin’!Iseen’em.»
RoseofSharonsaidguardedly,«Ilikedancin’,squar’dancin’.»Andsheaddedvirtuously,«Ineverdonethatotherkind.»
Thebrownwomannoddedherheaddismally,«Well,somedoes.An’theLordain’tlettin’itgetby,neither;an’don’youthinkHeis.»
«No,ma’am,"thegirlsaidsoftly.
ThewomanputonebrownwrinkledhandonRoseofSharon’sknee,andthegirlflinchedunderthetouch.«Youletmewarnyounow.Theyain’tbutafewdeepdownJesus-loverslef’.Ever’Sat’dynightwhenthattherestrangban’startsupan’shouldbea-playin’hymnody,they’rea-reelin’—yes,sir,a-reelin’.Iseen’em.Won’tgonear,myself,norIdon’letmykingonear.They’sclutch-an’-hug,Itellya.»
