Fair weather
came, and storms, and cold: more storms and cold than fair
weather. Neither man ever mentioned taking Lovin Child to Alpine.
At first, because it was out of the question; after that, because
they did not want to mention it. They frequently declared that
Lovin Child was a pest, and there were times when Bud spoke
darkly of spankings--which did not materialize. But though
they did not mention it, they knew that Lovin Child was something
more; something endearing, something humanizing, something they
needed to keep them immune from cabin fever.
Some time in February it was that Cash fashioned a crude pair
of snowshoes and went to town, returning the next day. He came
home loaded with little luxuries for Lovin Child, and with the
simpler medicines for other emergencies which they might have to
meet, but he did not bring any word of seeking parents. The
nearest he came to mentioning the subject was after supper, when
the baby was asleep and Bud trying to cut a small pair of
overalls from a large piece of blue duck that Cash had brought.
The shears were dull, and Lovin Child's little rompers were so
patched and shapeless that they were not much of a guide, so Bud
was swearing softly while he worked.
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