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Chapter 22
«Well,doyouthinkdancin’an’play-actin’issinsan’llmakemedropthebaby?»
Mastoppedherworkandputherhandsonherhips.«Nowwhatyoutalkin’about?Youain’tdonenoplay-actin’.»
«Well,somefolksheredoneit,an’onegirl,shedroppedherbaby—dead—an’bloody,likeitwasajudgment.»
Mastaredather.«Whotol’you?»
«Ladythatcomeby.An’thatlittlefellainwhiteclothes,hecomebyan’hesaysthatain’twhatdoneit.»
Mafrowned.«Rosasharn,"shesaid,«youstoppickin’atyourself.You’rejesta-teasin’yourselfuptocry.Idon’knowwhat’scomeatyou.Ourfolksain’tneverdidthat.Theytookwhatcometo’emdry-eyed.Ibetit’sthatConniegiveyouallthemnotions.Hewasjes’toobigforhisoverhalls.»Andshesaidsternly,«Rosasharn,you’rejestoneperson,an’they’salotofotherfolks.Yougittoyourproperplace.IknowedpeoplebuilttheirselfupwithsintilltheyfiggeredtheywasbigmeanshucksinthesightatheLord.»
«But,Ma—"
«No.Jes’shutupan’gittowork.Youain’tbigenoughormeanenoughtoworryGodmuch.An’I’mgonnagiveyouthebackamyhan’ifyoudon’tstopthispickin’atyourself.»Sheswepttheashesintothefireholeandbrushedthestonesonitsedge.Shesawthecommitteecomingalongtheroad.«Gitworkin’,"shesaid.«Here’stheladiescomin’.Gita-workin’now,so’sIcanbeproud.»Shedidn’tlookagain,butshewasconsciousoftheapproachofthecommittee.»
