The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck [219]
The afternoon passed. Ruthie tried to go away. “I’m tar’d,’’ she whined. “I got to rest.’’
“You got to stay right where you’re at,’’ said Pa.
Uncle John picked slowly. He filled one bucket to two of Tom’s. His pace didn’t change.
In mid-afternoon Ma came trudging out. “I would a come before, but Rosasharn fainted,’’ she said. “Jes’ fainted away.’’
“You been eatin’ peaches,’’ she said to the children. “Well, they’ll blast you out.’’ Ma’s stubby body moved quickly. She abandoned her bucket quickly and picked into her apron. When the sun went down they had picked twenty boxes.
Tom set the twentieth box down. “A buck,’’ he said. “How long do we work?’’
“Work till dark, long as you can see.’’
“Well, can we get credit now? Ma oughta go in an’ buy some stuff to eat.’’
“Sure. I’ll give you a slip for a dollar now.’’ He wrote on a strip of paper and handed it to Tom.
He took it to Ma. “Here you are. You can get a dollar’s worth of stuff at the store.’’
Ma put down her bucket and straightened her shoulders. “Gets you, the first time, don’t it?’’
“Sure. We’ll all get used to it right off. Roll on in an’ get some food.’’
Ma said, “What’ll you like to eat?’’
“Meat,’’ said Tom. “Meat an’ bread an’ a big pot a coffee with sugar in. Great big piece a meat.’’
Ruthie wailed, “Ma, we’re tar’d.’’
“Better come along in, then.’’
“They was tar’d when they started,’’ Pa said. “Wild as rabbits they’re a-gettin’. Ain’t gonna be no good at all ’less we can pin ’em down.’’
“Soon’s we get set down, they’ll go to school,’’ said Ma. She trudged away, and Ruthie and Winfield timidly followed her.
“We got to work ever’ day?’’ Winfield asked.
Ma stopped and waited. She took his hand and walked along holding it. “It ain’t hard work,’’ she said. “Be good for you. An’ you’re helpin’ us. If we all work, purty soon we’ll live in a nice house. We all got to help.’’
“But I got so tar’d.’’
“I know. I got tar’d too. Ever’body gets wore out. Got to think about other stuff. Think about when you’ll go to school.’’
“I don’t wanta go to no school. Ruthie don’t, neither. Them kids that goes to school, we seen ’em, Ma. Snots! Calls us Okies. We seen ’em. I ain’t a-goin’.’’
Ma looked pityingly down on his straw hair. “Don’ give us no trouble right now,’’ she begged. “Soon’s we get on our feet, you can be bad. But not now. We got too much, now.’’
“I et six of them peaches,’’ Ruthie said.
“Well, you’ll have the skitters. An’ it ain’t close to no toilet where we are.’’
The company’s store was a large shed of corrugated iron. It had no display window. Ma opened the screen door and went in. A tiny man stood behind the counter. He was completely bald, and his head was blue-white. Large, brown eyebrows covered his eyes in such a high arch that his face seemed surprised and a little frightened. His nose was long and thin, and curved like a bird’s beak, and his nostrils were blocked with light brown hair. Over the sleeves of his blue shirt he wore black sateen sleeve protectors. He was leaning on his elbows on the counter when Ma entered.
“Afternoon,’’ she said.
He inspected her with interest. The arch over his eyes became higher. “Howdy.’’
“I got a slip here for a dollar.’’
“You can get a dollar’s worth,’’ he said, and he giggled shrilly. “Yes, sir. A dollar’s worth. One dollar’s worth.’’ He waved his hand at the stock. “Any of it.’’ He pulled his sleeve protectors up neatly.
“Thought I’d get a piece of meat.’’
“Got all kinds,’’ he said. “Hamburg, like to have some hamburg? Twenty cents a pound, hamburg.’’
“Ain’t that awful high? Seems to me hamburg was fifteen las’ time I got some.’’
“Well,’’ he giggled softly, “yes, it’s high, an’ same time it ain’t high. Time you go on in town for a couple poun’s of hamburg, it’ll cos’ you ’bout a gallon gas. So you see it ain’t really high here, ’cause you got no gallon a gas.’’
Ma said sternly, “It didn’ cos’ you no gallon a gas to get it out here.’’
He laughed delightedly. “You’re lookin’ at it bass-ackwards,