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Show 188. Bill put the rest of the jam and the other txro lemons way back on a shelf in the pantry. Lunch Mouth or Sunny could finish off that jam with one biscuit!" "Let's join the party Little Bill!" Bill pulled a sweater on him and put on his fox hat. Little Bill looked at him from under the hat, and Bill had to laugh. "I guess you'd look pretty comical to your mother right now." His feet were in the Indian moccasins Olaf had made him, and over the rest of him were the faded and too-tight hand-knitted leggings and sweater-topped off with the beautiful fox fur hat. Lunch Mouth came in saying the fire was ready, and Bill said, "Meat's ready too." Bill carefully picked it up, Lunch Mouth opened the door for him, and they both lowered it onto the hot rocks. Little Bill was yelling all the time Bill was covering it until Lunch Mouth finally went in and brought him out and stood holding him so that he could see what was heppening. Bill sat down on a camp stool where he could see both east and west. There on the south Little Bill could stand by him on bare ground. Bill had partly cleared this place to chop wood, and the sun had finished melting the snow. He smelled the wet warm earth-first time since November-and Little Bill reached down and pulled at the bunch grass roots, got a piece off, and put it in his mouth. Bill picked him up and put him on |