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Chapter 28
«Ma?»Shehelduptheboxes,jerkedthemupanddowntomakethemattractive.
«Nowyouputthemback—"
ThetragedybegantoforminRuthie’seyes.Pasaid,«They’reon’yanickelapiece.Themlittlefellasworkedgoodtoday.»
«Well—"TheexcitementbegantostealintoRuthie’seyes.«Awright.»
Ruthieturnedandfled.HalfwaytothedoorshecaughtWinfieldandrushedhimoutthedoor,intotheevening.
UncleJohnfingeredapairofcanvasgloveswithyellowleatherpalms,triedthemonandtookthemoffandlaidthemdown.Hemovedgraduallytotheliquorshelves,andhestoodstudyingthelabelsonthebottles.Masawhim,«Pa,"shesaid,andmotionedwithherheadtowardUncleJohn.
Paloungedovertohim.«Gettin’thirsty,John?»
«No,Iain’t.»
«Jus’waittillcotton’sdone,"saidPa.«Thenyoucangoonahellofadrunk.»
«’Tain’tsweatin’menone,"UncleJohnsaid.«I’mworkin’hardan’sleepin’good.Nodreamsnornothin’.»
«Jus’seenyousortofdroolin’outatthembottles.»
«Ididn’hardlysee’em.Funnything.Iwantabuystuff.StuffIdon’tneed.Liketogitoneathemsafetyrazors.ThoughtI’dliketohavesomeathemglovesoverthere.Awfulcheap.»
«Can’tpicknocottonwithgloves,"saidPa.
«Iknowthat.An’Idon’tneednosafetyrazor,neither.Stuffsettin’outthere,youjus’feellikebuyin’itwhetheryouneeditornot.»
Macalled,«Comeon.Wegotever’thing.»Shecarriedabag.UncleJohnandPaeachtookapackage.
