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Show 2TE. kick a minute more. When the baby leaned over to get his face nearer the water as though to get a drink, Bill lifted him out. Then he thought the baby would squirm right out of his hands. He was yelling too and Bill almost dropped him back in the xgater? But he was ready for him the next time he lifted him out'. He tightened his grip around his slick belly, pulled him out and over to his bunk in one long swoop, and let him yell while he dried him and pulled on a shirt he'd got from the grub box.' Now he carefully folded the diaper? The first safety pin went in easily and was fastened. He got a hold on the diaper on the other side, held it snug around the baby's belly, and started the pin through, holding the baby still with the tightened diaper. The pin went through with a jerk and stuck Bill's index finger.1 He jumped and let out a yell of pain. The baby laughed aloud, pulling it's legs up and giggling until its body shook. Bill got hold of the pin again and fastened it saying. "You'd be laughing on the other side of your face feller if that pin had jabbed your leg." Bill put him in his cradle and stood looking down at him. The shack was xnarm with the sun on the roof and shining through the window on the baby, and Bill thought, even with the blood spots on his diaper and some of the milk he'd spit up on his shirt, he'd never seen such a beautiful child; though his finger was still stinging he felt mighty good for this was the first baby he'd bathed in his forty-seven years. |