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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Freckles"

You watch
that old line so closely! Why did you come? Is there any trouble? Are
you just starting to the Limberlost?"
"I came to bring your hat," said Freckles. "You forgot it in the rush
the other day. I have left it with your father, and a message trying
to ixpriss the gratitude of me for how you and the Bird Woman were for
helping me out."
The Angel nodded gravely, then Freckles saw that he had done the proper
thing in going to her father. His heart bounded until it jarred his
body, for she was saying that she scarcely could wait for the time to
come for the next picture of the Little Chicken series. "I want to hear
the remainder of that song, and I hadn't even begun seeing your room
yet," she complained. "As for singing, if you can sing like that every
day, I never can get enough of it. I wonder if I couldn't bring my banjo
and some of the songs I like best. I'll play and you sing, and we'll put
the birds out of commission."
Freckles stood on the curb with drooped eyes, for he felt that if
he lifted them the tumult of tender adoration in them would show and
frighten her.


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