What is the alliteration in this paragraph? i will give 50 points to whoever answers this and tells me why she used alliteration in those tender mornings the store was full of laughing, joking, boasting and bragging. one man was going to pick two hundred pounds of cotton, and another three hundred. even the children were promising to bring home fo' bits and six bits. the champion picker of the day before was the hero of the dawn. if he prophesied that the cotton in today's field was going to be sparse and stick to the bolls like glue, every listener would grunt a hearty agreement. the sound of the empty cotton sacks dragging over the floor and the murmurs of waking people were sliced by the cash register as we rang up the five-cent sales. if the morning sounds and smells were touched with the supernatural, the late afternoon had all the features of the normal arkansas life. in the dying sunlight the people dragged, rather than their empty cotton sacks. brought back to the store, the pickers would step out of the backs of trucks and fold down, dirt-disappointed, to the ground. no matter how much they had picked' it wasn't enough. their wages wouldn't even get them out of debt to my grandmother, not to mention the staggering bill that waited on them at the white commissary downtown.