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Show 12©. "Good. Good Sunny. I'll sleep a while then." Even opening his mouth to talk made Bill's head ache- a thumping rhythmatic ache that dulled when he could lie completely still. late In the afternoon, he called to Sunny. It seemed to Bill that Little Bill had been grumbling for hours. Olaf came over. "Sunny's out gettin' wood." "How long has it been since LittieBill's had anything to eat?" Olaf shook his head. "Don't know about that. Bill do you have anything to drink in the pantry?" "No Olaf. I used the brandy I poured out Christmas Eve for the cake next day. Olaf are you sick too? You look pale." Sunny opened the door, and wind swept the cabin for a minute until he closed the door quietly. "Sunny," Bill said. "You're awake, Bill?" "Has Little Bill been f sd?" "This morning I fixed him some more of that soup like you told me to." "Better give him some more. He sounds hungry." Bill said. "It's all gone. Weasel got up and hogged it all down about noon." |