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Show 15**. heat poured out of it, and he put his feet up on it but they still felt numb and cold, and his head felt tight. Bill went over to the cupboard and got the last can he'd poured honey from. It was empty but he poured boiling water In It, sloshed it around and poured it in his tin cup with the hot water and sat sipping the slightly sweet hot drink. Alone and with the long night ahead of him, he decided he must do something he'd known all winter he should do. He'd thought about it many times but dreaded It. He went over and pulled Little Bill's parents' boxes out from the pantry where he'd stored them. He must go through them and see if he could find out where the baby's parents had lived before they came here and the names of their relatives. He quietly pried the lid off of the first box and then slowly lifted out the things Little Bill's mother had packed nearly seven months ago. There were underclothing, a black silk dress, a pretty sun bonnet-light blue with jet black buttons and braid trim-four china cups and saucers, a sugar bowl and cream pitcher, and a tea pot beautifully thin with pink roses and green leaves on them-packed among the clothes, Every piece of clothing he took out he checked carefully for a label or name. He even turned over one of the china cups- |