would add to the baby's comfort, he folded the little
garments and laid them on a box ready for morning.
Then, moving carefully, he crawled into the bed made
warm by the little body. Lovin Child, half wakened
by the movement, gave a little throaty chuckle, mur-
mured "M'ee," and threw one fat arm over Bud's
neck and left it there.

"Gawd," Bud whispered in a swift passion of long-
ing, "I wish you was my own kid!" He snuggled
Lovin Child close in his arms and held him there,
and stared dim-eyed at the flickering shadows on
the wall. What he thought, what visions filled his
vigil, who can say?

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