"That's a fine idea and it's easy
enough. We must box and express the otter, cold storage, by the first
train. You stand guard a minute and I'll tell Hall to carry it to the
cabin. I'll put Nellie to Duncan's rig, and we'll drive to town and call
on the Angel's father. Then we'll start the otter while it is fresh, and
I'll write your instructions later. It would be a mighty fine thing for
you to give to the Angel as a little reminder of the Limberlost before
it is despoiled, and as a souvenir of her trip for you."
Freckles lifted a face with a glow of happy color creeping into it and
eyes lighting with a former brightness. Throwing his arms around McLean,
he cried: "Oh, how I love you! Oh, I wish I could make you know how I
love you!"
McLean strained him to his breast.
"God bless you, Freckles," he said. "I do know! We're going to have some
good old times out of this world together, and we can't begin too soon.
Would you rather sleep first, or have a bite of lunch, take the drive
with me, and then rest? I don't know but sleep will come sooner and
deeper to take the ride and have your mind set at ease before you lie
down.
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