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Chapter 28
Wainwrightshoutedfromtheotherendofthecar,«I’mputtin’afreshdressonAggie.I’llberightover.»
RoseofSharonturnedslowly.Shewentbacktothewidedoor,andshecreptdownthecat-walk.Onceontheground,shemovedslowlytowardthestreamandthetrailthatwentbesideit.ShetookthewayMahadgoneearlier—intothewillows.Thewindblewmoresteadilynow,andthebusheswhishedsteadily.RoseofSharonwentdownonherkneesandcrawleddeepintothebrush.Theberryvinescutherfaceandpulledatherhair,butshedidn’tmind.Onlywhenshefeltthebushestouchingheralloverdidshestop.Shestretchedoutonherback.Andshefelttheweightofthebabyinsideofher.
INTHELIGHTLESSCAR,Mastirred,andthenshepushedtheblanketbackandgotup.Attheopendoorofthecarthegraystarlightpenetratedalittle.Mawalkedtothedoorandstoodlookingout.Thestarswerepalingintheeast.Thewindblewsoftlyoverthewillowthickets,andfromthelittlestreamcamethequiettalkingofthewater.Mostofthecampwasstillasleep,butinfrontofonetentalittlefireburned,andpeoplewerestandingaboutit,warmingthemselves.Macouldseetheminthelightofthenewdancingfireastheystoodfacingtheflames,rubbingtheirhands;andthentheyturnedtheirbacksandheldtheirhandsbehindthem.ForalongmomentMalookedout,andsheheldherhandsclaspedinfrontofher.Theunevenwindwhiskedupandpassed,andabiteoffrostwasintheair.Mashiveredandrubbedherhandstogether.
