For the first time he was
struck with the resemblance between the two. The twinkle in the
eyes, the quirk of the lips, the shape of the forehead and,
emphasizing them all, the expression of having a secret joke,
struck him with a kind of shock. If it were possible... But, even
in the delirium of fever, Bud had never hinted that he had a
child, or a wife even. He had firmly planted in Cash's mind the
impression that his life had never held any close ties
whatsoever. So, lacking the clue, Cash only wondered and did not
suspect.
What most troubled Cash was the fact that he had unwittingly
caused all the trouble for Lovin Child. He should not have tried
to scrub the floor with the kid running loose all over the place.
As a slight token of his responsibility in the matter, he watched
his chance when Bud was busy at the old cookstove, and tossed a
rabbit fur across to Lovin Child to play with; a risky thing to
do, since he did not know what were Lovin Child's little
peculiarities in the way of receiving strange gifts. But he was
lucky. Lovin Child was enraptured with the soft fur and rubbed it
over his baby cheeks and cooed to it and kissed it, and said "Ee?
Ee?" to Cash, which was reward enough.
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