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Chapter 30
Andthenthestormstruckthem.Sheetsofrainfellonthem.Theyplowedthroughthemudandupthelittleincline.Theblackbarnwasnearlyobscuredbytherain.Ithissedandsplashed,andthegrowingwinddroveitalong.RoseofSharon’sfeetslippedandshedraggedbetweenhersupporters.
«Pa!Canyoucarryher?»
Paleanedoverandpickedherup.«We’rewetthroughanyways,"hesaid.«Hurryup.Winfiel’—Ruthie!Runonahead.»
Theycamepantinguptotherain-soakedbarnandstaggeredintotheopenend.Therewasnodoorinthisend.Afewrustyfarmtoolslayabout,adiskplowandabrokencultivator,anironwheel.Therainhammeredontheroomandcurtainedtheentrance.PagentlysetRoseofSharondownonanoilybox.«GodAwmighty!»hesaid.
Masaid,«Maybethey’shayinside.Look,there’sadoor.»Sheswungthedooronitsrustyhinges.«Theyishay,"shecried.«Comeonin,you.»
Itwasdarkinside.Alittlelightcameinthroughthecracksbetweentheboards.
«Laydown,Rosasharn,"Masaid.«Laydownan’res’.I’lltrytofiggersomewaytodryyouoff.»
Winfieldsaid,«Ma!»andtherainroaringontheroofdrownedhisvoice.«Ma!»
«Whatisit?Whatyouwant?»
«Look!Inthecorner.»
Malooked.Thereweretwofiguresinthegloom;amanwholayonhisback,andaboysittingbesidehim,hiseyeswide,staringatthenewcomers.Asshelooked,theboygotslowlyuptohisfeetandcametowardher.Hisvoicecroaked.«Youownthishere?»
«No,"Masaid.«Jus’comeinoutathewet.Wegotasickgirl.
