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impulses to provoke Cash to speech of some sort Perhaps Cash kneas in Bud's mind At any rate he left the cabin and went out and

chopped wood for an hour, furiously raining chips into the snow

When he went in with his ar on one corner of the table, and was feeding it bread and

gravy as the nearest approach to baby food he could think of During

occasional interludes in the steady procession of bits of bread from the

plate to the baby's mouth, Lovin Child would suck a bacon rind which

he held firreasy little fist Now and then Bud would

reach into his hip pocket, pull out his handkerchief as a ravy from the baby's

ain

Both seemed abominably happy and self-satisfied Lovin Child kicked

his heels against the rough table fraible

conversation whenever he was able to articulate sounds Bud replied

with a ra of Lovin

Child's talk--and incidentally doled out information for Cash's benefit