The ragged man stared while Pa spoke, and then he laughed, and his laughter turned to a high whinnying giggle. The circle of faces turned to him. The giggling got out of control and turned into coughing. His eyes were red and watering when he finally controlled the spasms. “You goin’ out there—oh, Christ!’’ The giggling started again. “You goin’ out an’ get—good wages—oh, Christ!’’ He stopped and said slyly, “Pickin’ oranges maybe? Gonna pick peaches?’’
