Instead of laughing, he said: "I think you'll have to let
me in on that, too. You mustn't be selfish, you know. I'll tell you what
we'll do. Send it for Christmas. I'll be home then, and we can fill a
box. You get the hat. I'll add a dress and wrap. You buy Duncan a hat
and gloves. I'll send him a big overcoat, and we'll put in a lot of
little stuff for the babies. Won't that be fun?"
Freckles fairly shivered with delight.
"That would be away too serious for fun," he said. "That would be
heavenly. How long will it be?"
He began counting the time, and McLean deliberately set himself to
encourage Freckles and keep his thoughts from the trouble of the past
few days, for he had been overwrought and needed quiet and rest.
CHAPTER XV
Wherein Freckles and the Angel Try Taking a Picture, and Little Chicken
Furnishes the Subject
A week later everything at the Limberlost was precisely as it had been
before the tragedy, except the case in Freckles' room now rested on the
stump of the newly felled tree. Enough of the vines were left to cover
it prettily, and every vestige of the havoc of a few days before was
gone.
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