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Chapter 28
Politely,hekepthislightonthegroundanddidnotplayitinherface.
«Evenin’,"hesaid.Masaid,«Howdy.»
«Lookslikewemighthavealittlerain.»
«Ihopenot.Stopthepickin’.Weneedthepickin’.»
«Ineedthepickin’,too.Youliveatthecampthere?»
«Yes,sir.»Theirfootstepsbeatontheroadtogether.«Igottwentyacresofcotton.Littlelate,butit’sreadynow.
ThoughtI’dgodownandtrytogetsomepickers.»
«You’llget’emawright.Season’snearover.»
«Hopeso.Myplaceisonlyamileupthatway.»
«Sixofus,"saidMa.«Threemenan’mean’twolittlefellas.»
«I’llputoutasign.Twomiles—thisroad.»
«We’llbethereinthemornin’.»
«Ihopeitdon’train.»
«Metoo,"saidMa.«Twentyacreswon’las’long.»
«ThelessitlaststhegladderI’llbe.Mycotton’slate.Didn’getitintilllate.»
«Whatyoupayin’,mister?»
«Ninetycents.»
«We’llpick.Ihearfellassaynex’yearit’llbeseventy-fiveorevensixty.»
«That’swhatIhear.»
«They’llbetrouble,"saidMa.«Sure.Iknow.Littlefellalikemecan’tdoanything.TheAssociationsetstherate,andwegottomind.Ifwedon’t—weain’tgotafarm.Littlefellagetscrowdedallthetime.»
Theycametothecamp.«We’llbethere,"Masaid.«Notmuchpickin’lef’.»Shewenttotheendboxcarandclimbedthecleatedwalk.Thelowlightofthelanternmadegloomyshadowsinthecar.PaandUncleJohnandanelderlymansquattedagainstthecarwall.
«Hello,"Masaid.«Evenin’,Mr.
