5 face told of hard work and sleepless nights. Her dark hair streaked with grey and cut in a boyish bob was oily and unkept. The dark grey flannel dress was made with no attempt as to fit or style and seemed ready to burst under the pressure of her hundred and eighty pounds of flesh. Numerous runs in her cheap rayon stockings accentuated the thickness of her legs and the size of her feet.
A big man of sullen countenance appeared in the doorway, ignored Carrie's visitor, and said to her, “I want you to go home and see if that nigger is getting that plowing done. You take the car , I may need the truck.” Carrie rolled up her knitting and got up. “While you are out there look about that sow and the pigs, and I'm afraid that heifer has jumped out of the pasture. I'll look after things here while you are gone.” As the car left the curb Bob called, “hurry back, I'll to needing you here. “