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Show 1 0 . much x?ith that biscuit?" The baby was putting i t ' s tongue on the biscuit and then sx'jallox'ring, swalloxring. "Water! Of course you need a drink." Bill dipped a cup of x-aater from the x-jater bucket and propping the baby up held the cup to i t ' s mouth. It liked that a l l right and kept swallowing faster and faster until i t choked. Bill picked i t up. Put i t over his shoulder and patted the baby's back u n t i l i t got i t s breath. Then he held i t and offered i t the cup again. "Sloxjer now. That's the xiay! There's plenty where this came from." Bill put the baby back on the table and walked over to the stove. The f i r e -was s t a r t i n g to X'jarm the kitchen now. He picked up the coffee pot that he alxiays kept simmering on the back of the stove, f i l l e d i t up with xjater, spooned more coffee into i t , and put i t on the front lid of the stove right next to the stove pipe where i t xrould boil up fast. The baby started grumbling. It had kicked i t s legs free of B i l l ' s jacket. He stood over i t . "You smell xrorse than a pole cat! Bill went over to his bunk, pulled from under i t a battered old suit case, opened i t and took out a pair of long-legged underwear. He poured some xjater in the x-jash basin, got the diaper off, and xmshed the baby's bottom. He kept kicking while Bill t r i e d to get the safety pin through the rough cloth, |