The family huddled on the platforms, silent and fretful. The water was six inches deep in the car before the flood spread evenly over teh embankment and moved into the cotton field on the other side. During that day and night the men slept soddenly, side by side on the boxcar door. And Ma lay close to Rose of Sharon. Sometimes Ma whispered to her and sometimes sat up quietly, her face brooding. Under the blanket she hoarded the remains of the store bread.
     The rain had become intermittent now--little wet squalls and quiet times. On the morning of the second day Pa splashed through the camp and came back with ten potatoes in his pockets. Ma watched him sullenly while he chopped out part of the inner wall of the car, built a fire, and scooped water into a pan. The family ate the steaming boiiled potatoes with their fingers. And when this last food was gone, they stared at the gray water; and in the night they did not lie down for a long time.
     When the morning came they awakened nervously. Rose of Sharon whispered to Ma.
     Ma nodded her head. "Yes," she said. "It's time for it." And then she turned to the car door, where the men lay. "We're a-gettin' outa here," she said savagely, "gettin' to higher groun'. An' you're coming' or you ain't comin', but I'm takin' Rosasharn an' the little fellas outa here."
     "We can't!" Pa said weakly.
     "Awright, then. Maybe you'll pack Rosasharn to the highway, anyways, an' then come back. It ain't rainin' now, an' we're a-goin'."
     Al said, "Ma, I ain't goin'."
     "Why not?"
     "Well--Aggie--why, her an' me---"
     Ma smiled. "'Course," she said. You stay here, Al. Take care of the stuff. When the water goes down--why, we'll come back. Come quick, 'fore it rains again," she told Pa. "come on, Rosasharn. We're going' to a dry place."
     "I can walk."
     "Maybe a little, on the road. Git your back bent, Pa."
     Pa slipped into the water and stood waiting. Ma helped Rose of Sharon down from the platform and steadied her across th car. Pa took her in his arms, held her as high as he could, and pushed his way carefully through the deep water, around the car and to the highway. He set her down on her feet and held onto her. Uncle John carried Ruthie and followed. Ma slid down into the water, and for a moment her skirts billowed out around her.
     "Winfiel', set on my shoulder. Al--we'll come back soon's the water's down. Al--" She paused. "If--if Tom comes--tell him we'll be back. Tell him be careful. Winfiel'! Climb on my shoulder--there! Now, keep your feet still." She staggered off through the breast-high water. At the highway embankment they helped her up and lifted Winfield from her shoulder.
     They stood on the highway and looked back over the sheet of water, the dark red blocks of the cars, the truckes and automobiles dee p in the slowly moving water. And as they stood, a little misting rain began to fall.
     "We got to git along," Ma said. "Rosasharn, you feel like you could walk?"
     "Kinda dizzy," the girl said. "Feel like I been beat."
     Pa complained, "now we're a-goin', where' we going'?"
     "I dunno. come on, give your han' to Rosasharn." Ma took the girl's right arm to steady her, and Pa her left. "goin' someplace where it's dry. Got to. You fellas ain't had dry clothes on for two days." They moved slowly along the highway. They could hear the rushing of the water in the stream beside the road. Ruthie and Winfeild marched together, splashing their feet against the road. They went slowly along the road. The sky grew darker and the rain thickened. No traffic moved along the highway.
     "We got to hurry," Ma said. "if this here girl gits good an' wet--I don't know what'll happen to her."
     "You aint' said wher-at we're a-hurryin' to," Pa reminded her sarcastically.
     The raod curved along beside the stream. ma searched the land and the flooded fileds. Far off the road, on the left, on a slight rolling hill a rain-blackened bard stood. "Look!" Ma said. "Look there! I bet it's dry in that barn. Le's go there till the rain stops."
     Pa sighed. "Prob'ly get run out by the fella owns it."
     Ahead, beside the road, Ruthie saw a spot of red. She raced to it. A scraggly geranium gone wild, and there was on rain-beaten blossom on it. She picked the flower. She took a petal carefully off and stuck it on her nose. Winfield ran up to see.
     "Lemme have one?" he said.
     "No, sir! It's all mine. If oun' it." She stuck another red petal on her forehead, a little bright-red heart.
     "Come on, Ruthie! Lemme have one. Come on, now." He grabbed at the flower in her hand and missed it, and Ruthie banged him in the face with her open hand. He stood for a moment, surpirsed, and then his lips shook and his eyes welled.
     The others caught up. "Now what you done?" Ma asked. "Now what you done?"
     "He tried to grab my fl'ar."
     Winfield sobbed, "I--on'y wanted on-to-stick on my nose."
     "Give him one, Ruthie."
     "Leave him find his own. This here's mine."
     "Ruthie! You give him one."
     Ruthie heard the threat in Ma's tone, and changed her tactics. "Here," she said with elaborate kindness. "I'll stick on one for you." The older people walked on. Winfield held his nose near to her. She wet a petal with her tongue and jabbed it cruelly on his nose. "You little son-of-a-bitch," she said softly. Winfield felt for the petal with his fingers, and pressed it down on his nose. They walked quickly after the others. Ruthie felt how the fun was gone. "here," she said. "Here's some more. Stick some on your forehead."
     From the right of the road there came a sharp swishing. ma cried, "Hurry up. They's a big rain. Le's go through the fence here. It's shorter. Come on, now! Bear on, Rosasharn" They half dragged the girl across the ditch, helped her through the fence. And then the storm struck them. Sheets of rain feel on them. They plowed through the mud and up the litle incline. The black barn was nearly obscured by the rain. It hissed and splashed, and the grwing wind drove it along. Rose of Sharon's feet slipped and she dragged between her supporters.
     "Pa! Can you carry her?"
     Pa leaned over and picked her up. "We're wet through anyways," he said. "hurry up. Winfiel'--Ruthie! Run on ahead."
     They came panting up to the rain-soaked barn and staggered into the open end. THere was o door in this end. A few rusty farm tools lay about, a disk plow and a broken cultivator, an iron wheel. The rain hammered on the roof and curtained the entrance. Pa gently set Rose of Sharon down on an oily box. "God Awmighty!" he said.
     Ma said, "Maybe they's hay inside. Look, there's a door." Se swung the door on its rusty hinges. "They is hay," she cried. "Come on in, you."
     It was dark inside. A little light came in through the cracks between the boards.
     "Lay down, Rosasharn," Ma said. "Lay down an' res'. I'll try to figger some way to dry you off."
     Winfield said, "Ma!" and the rain roaring on the roof drowned his voice. "Ma!"
     "What is it? What you want?"
     "Look! In the corner."
     Ma looked. There were two figures in the gloom; a man who lay on his back, and a boy sitting beside him, his eyes wide, staring at the newcomers. As she looked, the boy got slowly up to hsi feet and came toward her. His voice croaked. "You own this her?"
     "No," Ma said. "Jus' come in outa the wet. We got a sick girl. You got a dry blanket we could use an' get her wet clothes off?"
     The boy went back to the corner and brought a dirty comfort and held it out to Ma.
     "Thank ya," she said. "What's the matter'th that fella?"
     The boy spoke in a croaking monotone. "Fust he was sick--but now he's starvin'."
     "What?"
     "Starvin. Got sick in the cotton He ain't et for six days."
     Ma walked to the corner and looked down at the man. He was about fifty, his whisery face gaunt, and his open eyes were vague and staring. The boy stood beside her. "Your pa?" Ma asked.
     "Yeah! Says he wasn' hungry, or he jus' et. Give me the food. Now he's too weak. Can't hardly move."
     The pounding of the rain decreased to a soothing swish on the roof. The gaunt man moved his lips. Ma knelt beside him and put her ear close. His lips moved again.
     "Sure," Ma said. "You jus' be easy. He'll be awright. You jus' wait'll I get them wet clo'es off'n my girl."
     Ma went back to the girl. "Now slip 'em of," she said. She held the comfort up to screen her from view. ANd when she was naked, Ma folded the comfort about her.
     The boy was at her side again explaining, "I didn' know. He said he et, or he wasn' hungry. Las' night I went an' bust a winda an' stoled some bread. Made 'im chew 'er down. But he puked it all up, an' then he was weaker. Got to have soup or milk. You folks got money to git milk?"
     Ma said, "Hush. Don' worry. We'll figger somepin out."
     Suddenly, the boy cried, "He's dyin', I tell you! He's starvin' to death, I tell you."
     "Hush," said Ma. She looked at Pa and Uncle John stading helplessly gazing at the sick man. She looked at Rose of Sharon huddled in the comfort. Ma's eyes passed Rose of Sharon's eyes, and then came back to them. And the two women looked deep into each other. The girl's breath came short and gasping.
     She said, "Yes."
     Ma smiled. "I knowed you would. I knowed!" She looked down at her hands, tight-locked in her lap.
     Rose of Sharon whispered, "Will-will you all--go out?" The rain whisked lightly on the roof.
     Ma leaned forward and with her palm she brushed the tousled hair back from her daughter's forehead, and she kissed her on the forehead. Ma got up quickly. "Come on you fellas," she called. "You come out in the tool shed."
     Ruthie opened her mouth to speak. "Hush," Ma said. "Hush and git." She herded them through the door, drew the boy with her; and she closed the squeaking door.
     For a minute Rose of Sharon sat still in the shipering barn. Then she hoisted her tired body up and drew the comfot about her. She moved slowly to the corner and stood looking down at the wasted face, into the wide, frightened eyes. Then slowly she lay down beside him. He shook his head slowly from side to sdie. Rose of Sharon looseened one side of the blanket and bared her breast. "You got to," she said. She squirmed closer and pulled his head close. "There!" she said. "There." Her hand moved behind his head and supported it. Her fingers moved gently in his hair. She looked up and across the barn, and her lips came together and smiled mysteriously.