"If you will permit me a word, my infants," she said, "I will explain to
you that I have had three shots at that fellow."
The Angel heaved a deep sigh of relief, and Freckles' face cleared a
little.
"Two of them," continued the Bird Woman, "in the rushes--one facing,
crest lowered; one light on back, crest flared; and the last on wing,
when you came up. I simply had been praying for something to make him
arise from that side, so that he would fly toward the camera, for he had
waded around until in my position I couldn't do it myself. See? Behold
in yourselves the answer to the prayers of the long-suffering!"
Freckles took a step toward her.
"Are you really meaning that?" he asked wonderingly. "Only think,
Angel, we did the right thing! She won't lose her picture through the
carelessness of us, when she's waited and soaked nearly two hours. She's
not angry with us!"
"Never was in a sweeter temper in my life," said the Bird Woman, busily
cleaning and packing the cameras.
Freckles removed his hat and solemnly held out his hand.
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