"Did you hoe that corn your portlyher told you to?"
"0ooooooooooo-hoo-hoo-hoo-oooooooo! I wanna gow-ooooooo."
"Robbie! Did you hoe that corn?"
The last tiny child, the one with the stone-bruise on his heel, limps aroundthe corner. They have all the fun. His ma won't let him go barefootbecause it spreads his feet.