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Chapter 30
Iguessanythingsharp’llwork,longasitcancutbirthpains.Ihopeitain’tgonnabealongone.»
«Youfeelin’awrightnow?»RoseofSharonnoddednervously.«Isita-comin’?»
«Sure,"Masaid.«Gonnahaveanicebaby.Youjus’gottohelpus.Feellikeyoucouldgetupan’walk?»
«Icantry.»
«That’sagoodgirl,"Mrs.Wainwrightsaid.«Thatisagoodgirl.We’llhe’pyou,honey.We’llwalkwithya.»Theyhelpedhertoherfeetandpinnedablanketoverhershoulders.ThenMaheldherarmfromoneside,andMrs.Wainwrightfromtheother.Theywalkedhertothebrushpileandturnedslowlyandwalkedherback,overandover;andtheraindrummeddeeplyontheroof.
RuthieandWinfieldwatchedanxiously.«When’sshegoin’tohaveit?»hedemanded.
«Sh!Don’tdraw’em.Wewon’tbelettolook.»
Aggiejoinedthembehindthebrushpile.Aggie’sleanfaceandyellowhairshowedinthelamplight,andhernosewaslongandsharpintheshadowofherheadonthewall.
Ruthiewhispered,«Youeversawababybore?»
«Sure,"saidAggie.«Well,when’sshegonnahaveit?»
«Oh,notforalong,longtime.»
«Well,howlong?»
«Maybenot‘foretomorrowmornin’.»
«Shucks!»saidRuthie.«Ain’tnogoodwatchin’now,then.Oh!Look!»
Thewalkingwomenhadstopped.RoseofSharonhadstiffened,andshewhinedwithpain.Theylaidherdownonthemattressandwipedherforeheadwhileshegruntedandclenchedherfists.AndMatalkedsoftlytoher.«Easy,"Masaid.«Gonnabeallright—allright.
