After that in the quiet: "Cro-aak! Cro- aaak! Cro-aaak!"
An interval of stillness, and again: "Cro-aak! Cro-aak! Cro-aaak!"
Silas laughed and called out in his little thin boy voice: "I know what them is!
"No more frost," Poppy said.
"Mom! Mom!" Edward was pulling at his mother's dress. "Hey, Mom! C'n I go bar'foot t'morry? Kin I, Mom?"
"That you kin, Son. That you kin!"
Mommy's deep laughter was pleasant to hear.
"Ain' got no shoes no more nohow!"
"C'n I?" thinly piped each little girl.
Their mother smiled at them, her one long tooth showing agreeably, and she nodded at the pale, eager faces.
They hugged themselves and shivered a little. Oh, barefoot! You wriggling, grass tickling, mud going up between your toes, gravel hurting, you getting used to it.
"I aim to give this here place a good cleanin' t'morry, I do," Mommy said
"Spring a-comin' on so."
"I'll see ter gittin' that cow t'morry, I will," Poppy said. "Pay's much down's I've got, work th' rest out fer Williams."
"I'll work th' rest out fer Williams, I will,"
Forrest said. "I'll be done that ploughin' t'morry easy."
They all sighed again, and smiled, and lay down and slept.