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steps, and through the weeds to the gate. The dogs jumped up. Bony began
to go toward the garden, which looked down on the house. The house was in
a V-shaped valley. On one side, at an angle which permitted a leap on the
house if you took a good running start, was the garden, on the other side
was a field.

Bony and his visitor lifted the chain latch from the gate in the corner
of the garden, and climbed up the side of the garden to the com. There
they picked corn, and the visitor could look out on the roof of the house,
above the fruit trees that huddled it, to the field beyond.

Bony began to pull roast'n'ears, and talk: "I don't aim to try to make
another dollar," he grunted at an ear of corn. "I'm just going to hang on
to what I got."

Out of the garden, loaded with roast'n'ears, the visitor looked at the
greenness which was everywhere, the clean greenness, then at the house,
with the green-weed yard, the sleeping dogs, the droves of flies, the dirty
men, and he stepped into his car and drove off.

7/19/39
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