The things we do!

"I'm mighty glad there's nothing calling me inside!" he said. "There's
no bit of air stirring, and it will just be steaming. Oh, but it's
luck Duncan found the nest before it got so unbearing hot! I might have
missed it altogether. Wouldn't it have been a shame to lose that sight?
The cunning little divil! When he gets to toddling down that log to meet
me, won't he be a circus? Wonder if he'll be as graceful a performer
afoot as his father and mother?"
The heat became more insistent. Noon came; Freckles ate his dinner and
settled for an hour or two on a bench with a book.

CHAPTER V
Wherein an Angel Materializes and a Man Worships
Perhaps there was a breath of sound--Freckles never afterward could
remember--but for some reason he lifted his head as the bushes parted
and the face of an angel looked between. Saints, nymphs, and fairies
had floated down his cathedral aisle for him many times, with forms and
voices of exquisite beauty.
Parting the wild roses at the entrance was beauty of which Freckles
never had dreamed.


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