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Chapter 30
«Wishtwehadadog,"Ruthiesaid.«We’llhaveadog;haveacat,too.»
«Yellacat?»
«Don’tbotherme,"Mabegged.«Don’tgoplaguin’menow,Ruthie.
Rosasharn’ssick.Jus’youbeagoodgirlalittlewhile.They’llbefun.»Ruthiewandered,complaining,away.
FromthemattresswhereRoseofSharonlaycovereduptherecameaquicksharpcry,cutoffinthemiddle.Mawhirledandwenttoher.RoseofSharonwasholdingherbreathandhereyeswerefilledwithterror.
«Whatisit?»Macried.Thegirlexpelledherbreathandcaughtitagain.SuddenlyMaputherhandunderthecovers.Thenshestoodup.
«Mis’Wainwright,"shecalled.«Oh,Mis’Wainwright!»
Thefatlittlewomancamedownthecar.«Wantme?»
«Look!»MapointedatRoseofSharon’sface.Herteethwereclampedonherlowerlipandherforeheadwaswetwithperspiration,andtheshiningterrorwasinhereyes.
«Ithinkit’scome,"Masaid.«It’searly.»
Thegirlheavedagreatsighandrelaxed.Shereleasedherlipandclosedhereyes.Mrs.Wainwrightbentoverher.
«Diditkindagrabyouallover—quick?Openupan’answerme.»RoseofSharonnoddedweakly.Mrs.WainwrightturnedtoMa.«Yep,"shesaid.«It’scome.Early,yasay?»
«Maybethefeverbrangit.»
«Well,sheoughtabeuponherfeet.Oughtabewalkin’aroun’.»
«Shecan’t,"Masaid.«Sheain’tgotthestrength.»
«Well,sheoughta.»Mrs.Wainwrightgrewquietandsternwithefficiency.«Ihe’pedwithlots,"shesaid.«Comeon,le’sclosethatdoor,nearly.
