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They were startled when a big hand dropped on each of their heads. "You kids skedaddle," ordered a big man. "If you want to see things, come back at four." By four o'clock the grown folks were home, tired and smelling of fish; Dick and Rose-Ellen were prancing on tiptoe to go, and even Jimmie was ready. "This is what he is like," said Rose-Ellen, "the man who said we could."
Albi's basement to keep dry. "It's so funny," Rose-Ellen stammered; "almost as if that was all that was left of our home." "Funny as a tombstone," said Grandma. Then she went and grabbed the old Seth Thomas clock and hugged it to her. "This seems the livingest thing. It goes where I go." At last, everything was disposed of, and the padrone's agent's big truck pulled up to their curb.
Why he's got to hang round that shop till supper's spoilt when he could fix up all the shoes he's got in two-three hours, I don't understand. 'Twould be different if he had anything to do. . . ." Rose-Ellen said, "O.K., Gramma!" and ran through the hall. She'd rather get away before Grandma talked any more about the shop. Day after day she had heard about it.
They looked, smelled and tasted delicious. In turn, Grandma sent biscuits, baked in the Dutch oven Grandpa had bought her. Grandma had always been proud of her biscuits. In July the Mexican children took Dick and Rose-Ellen to the vacation school held every summer in one of the town churches. The Beechams were not surprised at Nico's dressed-up daintiness when she called for them.
"The only trouble is," Rose-Ellen answered, "we get such an appetite that we eat more than we earn, except when we're sick." The sun blistered Dick's fair skin until he was ill from the burn; and Rose-Ellen sometimes grew so sick and dizzy with the heat that she had to crawl into her pea hamper for shade instead of picking. There was much sickness in this camp, anyway.
Nobody brushes their teeth down here," when suddenly the girl appeared, a toothbrush and jelly glass in her hand, and a younger brother and sister following her. "This is the way we brush our teeth," sang the girl and while her toe tapped the time, two brushes popped into two mouths and scrubbed up and down, up and down "brush our teeth, brush our teeth!" She spied Rose-Ellen.
"Near five months, though," Grandma reckoned, "and with prices like they are, we're lucky to feed seven hungry folks on sixty dollars a month. And we're walking ragbags, with our feet on the ground. And them brakebands and new tires." "Five times sixty is three hundred," Rose-Ellen figured. "You'll find it won't leave more than enough to get us on to the next work place," Grandpa muttered.
"For breakfast, Maw didn't have no time to give us young-uns nothing but maybe some Koolade to drink, and a slice of store bread; but at the Center us skinny ones got a hull bottle of milk to drink through a stem after worship." "Are you going back there?" Rose-Ellen asked. Cissy nodded, her hands folded tight between her knees. "And maybe stay all winter, and me and Tommie go to school.
Back in asparagus I send-it my kids to the Center, and what you think? They take off Pepe's clothes! They say it is not healthy that she wear the swaddlings. I tell Angelina to say to them that my madre before me was dressed so; but again they strip the poor angel." "And what did you do then?" Rose-Ellen inquired. "No more did I send-it my kids to the Center!" Mrs. Serafini cried dramatically.
Daddy asked, smoothing the bristly little head. "I said could I take mine home," Jimmie mumbled, fishing a tight-folded sheet of paper from his pocket. "I'll write it for you," Rose-Ellen offered. She sat down and began the letter, with Jimmie telling her what he wanted to say. "But the real honest thing to do will be to tell her you didn't write it yourself," Grandma said pityingly.
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