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“Relief for Migrants to Bankrupt State”

Loreda flipped through the pages, saw article after article that clai aid Called them shiftless and lazy and cris “because they don’t know any better”

She heard footsteps again Mrs Quisdorf came up beside her and laid a slim book on the table beside the newspapers Ten Days That Shook the World, by John Reed

“John Reed,” Loreda said The name struck a chord, but she couldn’t remember where she’d heard it “Thank you”

“A warning, though,” Mrs Quisdorf said quietly “Words and ideas can be deadly You be careful what you say and to whom, especially in this town”

THE CAMP’S LAUNDRY WAS housed in a long wooden building and had six large ers And— water at the turn of a handle Elsa spent her first otten from the Salvation Ar it all through a wringer instead of twisting the water out of each ite was clean, she carried the damp bundle back to her cabin and set up ait all to dry

Then she retrieved the letter she’d written last night and dropped it off at the post office Just that—the fact that she could walk fifty feet and ood fortune

And now, shopping Right here In camp What a convenience

The co, with a peaked roof and slim s positioned on either side of a white door She had to walk through et there—mud everywhere, of course, since the flood and the rain—and climb two mud-streaked steps

As Elsa opened the door, a bell tinkled overhead, sounding surprisingly gay

Inside, she sas and rows of food Cans of beans and peas and toar Ss Milk

One whole as clothing Bolts of fabric, everything from cotton to wool There were boxes of buttons and ribbons and spools of thread Shoes in every size Galoshes and raincoats and hats There were cotton- and potato-picking sacks and canteens and gloves

Everything was priced high, she noticed Sos—were more than twice the price they were in town The cot

ton-picking sacks that hung from hooks on the ere priced three times what Elsa had paid in town

She picked up an empty basket