At dinner, Momma said, "We ain't got much, so I made us some stone soup." Papa said, "I knows where there's lots o' stones! Come on, boy!" and he dragged me out to the quarry. "We're gonna eat like kings!" he said, and we went to breaking up the rocks. When we got back, Momma saw our harvest and tears came to her eyes. In the morning, she was gone with her bags. "That's okay, son," Papa said. "All the more for us!"