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Show 27. ask them, and he didn't. Bill x*ent over and looked down at the baby. He'd kicked his blanket off and gone to sleep in the warm room, his arms flung wide, his sweet baby body smell, mixing with the sharp clean smell of homemade soap. Bill shook his head, "Guess I'll be the one staying in the shack this Saturday night. Maybe I'll render some more venison fat so I can make more soap; if today is any example a baby's clothes are going to need more xgashing than a man's!" Dad nodded, "That's a fact Bill. Sunny here was just a few months older than that baby when I had full charge of him. U After the miners left,Bill cut the fat he'd been saving into small pieces, scattered it over a biscuit pan and put it in the oven. Soon the heavy smell of vension fat frying filled the room. He built up the fire and opened the door. Then, as the room filled with the fresh crisp air, he covered the baby more snugly and started scrubbing the cabin floor. Usually this was a Saturday morning job, but the baby's diaper x^ashing had certainly cut into his work today. Bill thought he'd x*ash his clothes during the week from nox* on, and the question crossed his mind briefly whether a baby needed a bath as often as a man. What with no xrork to do, he figured bathing him once or twice a month should be enough. Scrubbing the uneven boards, wiping up Jthe suds with a big cloth Bill kept thinking of what he might be missing at Jake'sELace« Nox*, some miners x-rent to Blue Burg every night, and all their* thoughts seemed to be on either drinking or |