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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Freckles"


The Angel pulled one of the long silver pins from her hat and fastened
her flowers securely.
Freckles was quaking. What was to come next? What was she planning, and
oh! did she understand the danger of her presence among those men; the
real necessity for action?
As the Angel stepped from Jack, she turned her head to one side and
peered at him, quite as Freckles had seen the little yellow fellow do
on the line a hundred times, and said: "Well, that does the trick! Isn't
that fine? See how it sets him off, boys? Don't you forget the tie is to
be red, and the first ride soon. I can't wait very long. Now I must go.
The Bird Woman will be ready to start, and she will come here hunting me
next, for she is busy today. What did I come here for anyway?"
She glanced inquiringly around, and several of the men laughed. Oh, the
delight of it! She had forgotten her errand for him! Jack had a second
increase in height. The Angel glanced helplessly as if seeking a clue.
Then her eyes fell, as if by accident, on Freckles, and she cried, "Oh,
I know now! It was those magazines the Bird Woman promised you.


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