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Chapter 28
«Al,"Masaidatlast,«we’reglad.We’reawfulglad.»
«Youare?»
«Why,’courseweare.You’reagrowedman.Youneedawife.Butdon’gorightnow,Al.»
«IpromisedAggie,"hesaid.«Wegottogo.Wecan’tstan’thisnomore.»
«Jus’staytillspring,"Mabegged.«Jus’tillspring.Won’tyoustaytillspring?Who’ddrivethetruck?»
«Well—"
Mrs.Wainwrightputherheadaroundthecurtain.«Youheardyet?»shedemanded.
«Yeah!Jus’heard.»
«Oh,my!Iwisht—Iwishtwehadacake.Iwishtwehad—acakeorsomepin.»
«I’llsetonsomecoffeean’makeupsomepancakes,"Masaid.«Wegotsirup.»
«Oh,my!»Mrs.Wainwrightsaid.«Why—well.Look,I’llbringsomesugar.We’llputsugarinthempancakes.»
Mabroketwigsintothestove,andthecoalsfromthedinnercookingstartedthemblazing.RuthieandWinfieldcameoutoftheirbedlikehermitcrabsfromshells.Foramomenttheywerecareful;theywatchedtoseewhethertheywerestillcriminals.Whennoonenoticedthem,theygrewbold.Ruthiehoppedallthewaytothedoorandbackononefoot,withouttouchingthewall.
MawaspouringflourintoabowlwhenRoseofSharonclimbedthecat-walk.Shesteadiedherselfandadvancedcautiously.«What’sthematter?»sheasked.
«Why,it’snews!»Macried.«We’regonnahavealittleparty’countaAlan’AggieWainwrightisgonnagetmarried.»
RoseofSharonstoodperfectlystill.ShelookedslowlyatAl,whostoodthereflusteredandembarrassed.
Mrs.
