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Show 62. Bill stopped his xrork and went into the lean-to. "Dad, will you try to drink a little of the baby's broth? You need something on your stomach and it's only boiled up meat?" p i l ls "Thanks B i l l . Have you got any quinine/I could swallow xrith i t ? I ache a l l over." "Sure, Dad, sure. I ' l l give three or four to Sunny and warm up the broth. Froze solid last night." The cabin xras quiet as Bill was xrorking on the last bird. "I must have been the one who shot this one, Olaf, your birds very seldom have buckshot in the breasts but i t 's too cold to dig i t all! out of t h i s half-frozen cock, so we'll have to dig i t out of our teeth." He put the left-over dressing in a pan to bake separately, "Noxr if Lunch Mouth xras around he'd have this eaten before i t ever got to the table. Wonder xrhere he's having Thanks-givin' dinner. I miss him, you knoxr." "Yeah," Olaf said and poured himself another drink. "He made food scarce-had to fight »im for every second helping." "Sure does seem anxious to see L i t t l e Bill now. Every time we take Jim into the store he's right over there talkin' to him-more'n he ever did when he lived here." Sunny said. "Well now" Bill said. "Little B i l l ' s doing a lot more talking himself." L i t t l e Bill stood up when he heard.his .name and yelled; "See xrhat I mean." |
