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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Freckles"

He really felt that if she looked down she
would see.
Incredulous, he quavered: "An'--an' was you looking for me?"
"I hoped I might find you," said the Angel. "You see, I didn't do as
I was told, and I'm lost. The Bird Woman said I should wait in the
carriage until she came back. She's been gone hours. It's a perfect
Turkish bath in there, and I'm all lumpy with mosquito bites. Just when
I thought that I couldn't bear it another minute, along came the biggest
Papilio Ajax you ever saw. I knew how pleased she'd be, so I ran after
it. It flew so slow and so low that I thought a dozen times I had it.
Then all at once it went from sight above the trees, and I couldn't find
my way back to save me. I think I've walked more than an hour. I have
been mired to my knees. A thorn raked my arm until it is bleeding, and
I'm so tired and warm."
She parted the bushes farther. Freckles saw that her blue cotton frock
clung to her, limp with perspiration. It was torn across the breast. One
sleeve hung open from shoulder to elbow. A thorn had torn her arm until
it was covered with blood, and the gnats and mosquitoes were clustering
around it.


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