"
Freckles drew a deep breath.
"I'll be doing me very best," he promised, and from the deeps he meant
it.
"I wonder if that other egg is going to hatch?" mused the Bird Woman. "I
am afraid not. It should have pipped today. Isn't it a beauty! I never
before saw either an egg or the young. They are rare this far north."
"So Mr. McLean said," answered Freckles.
Before they drove away, the Bird Woman thanked him for his kindness to
the Angel and to her. She gave him her hand at parting, and Freckles
joyfully realized that this was going to be another person for him to
love. He could not remember, after they had driven away, that they even
had noticed his missing hand, and for the first time in his life he had
forgotten it.
When the Bird Woman and the Angel were on the home road, she told of
the little corner of paradise into which she had strayed and of her new
name. The Bird Woman looked at the girl and guessed its appropriateness.
"Did you know Mr. McLean had a son?" asked the Angel. "Isn't the little
accent he has, and the way he twists a sentence, too dear? And isn't it
too old-fashioned and funny to hear him call his father 'mister'?"
"It sounds too good to be true," said the Bird Woman, answering the
last question first.
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