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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Freckles"

I
will develop the plate tonight, make you a proof from it early in the
morning, and bring it when we come. It's only a question of a day or
two now until the gang arrives. I want to work in all the studies I can
before that time, for they are bound to disturb the birds. Mr. McLean
will need you then, and I scarcely see how we are to do without you."
Moved by an impulse she never afterward regretted, she bent and laid her
lips on Freckles' forehead, kissing him gently and thanking him for his
many kindnesses to her in her loved work. Freckles started away so happy
that he felt inclined to keep watching behind to see if the trail were
not curling up and rolling down the line after him.

CHAPTER XVI
Wherein the Angel Locates a Rare Tree and Dines with the Gang
From afar Freckles saw them coming. The Angel was standing, waving her
hat. He sprang on his wheel and raced, jolting and pounding, down the
corduroy to meet them. The Bird Woman stopped the horse and the Angel
gave him the bit of print paper. Freckles leaned the wheel against a
tree and took the proof with eager fingers.


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