Roscoe was watching Jim, whom he liked least. No one might ever realize that it _was_ his grave. Though it had stopped raining, it was still cloudy, and he could not see one star or the moon or, for that matter, anything either on heaven or earth. He did not like to be left out of conversations.
It made Clara want to laugh again. As they approached the farmer he got it out and stuck it in his belt. She's got a young child. Will you bring the grub? he asked.
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