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Show 137 Cabin fever again, we decided. And we all agreed that Tip should go to Belinda's again. We would meet Saturday night for moose steaks and applesauce and come home together. By Saturday Caribou and I were dead tired-digging all day in the mine and cooking for ourselves also. So we stayed in the cabin and cleaned up. We washed our clothes in a small wooden tub Caribou had built, and hung them on a line overhead. We each took a bath standing up in the tub, shivering. Caribou trimmed his beard and then he cut ray hair. Feeling great, we raced down the snow-crusted hill to the hotel, "Where's Tipsy?" Caribou called, slamming the hotel door behind us, Belinda was behind the bar, polishing glasses, and smiling. She was wearing a fashionable Gibson Girl outfit-a white shirtwaist and a long dark skirt, A boater hat was perched primly on her high pompadour. Still she did not look like the Gibson Girls on her hotel calendars, "I let her go into Dawson to sing-with Hughie," she said, "You what?" Caribou slammed his fist on the mahogany bar, "You let her what?" "Like I said"-Belinda shrugged-"I let her go to Dawson with Hughie, the piano player. She's a talented kid. She has friends there. Her mother's singing group. She'll be just fine, |
