The color purple: Alice Walker: Chapter 5
Sofia is right about her sisters. They are all big strong healthy girls, look like amazons. They come early one morning in two wagons to pick Sofia up. She doesn’t have much to take, her and the children's clothes, a mattress she made last winter, a looking glass, and a rocking chair. The children.
Harpo sits on the steps acting like he doesn’t care. He is making a net for seining fish. He looks out toward the creek every once in a while and whistles a little tune. But it's nothing compared to the way he usually whistles. His little whistle sounded like it lost its way down in a jar and the jar at the bottom of the creek.
At the last minute, I decide to give Sofia the quilt. I don’t know what her sister's place is like, but we have been having right smart cold weather long now. For all I know, she and the children have to sleep on the floor.