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“
By
mail
?
”
asked
Freckles
.
“
Yes
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
I
had
to
help
with
the
preparations
,
and
I
couldn
’
t
find
time
to
drive
out
;
but
I
wrote
you
a
letter
,
and
told
you
that
the
Bird
Woman
was
giving
a
party
for
me
,
and
we
wanted
you
to
come
,
surely
.
I
told
them
at
the
office
to
put
it
with
Mr
.
Duncan
’
s
mail
.
”
“
Then
that
’
s
likely
where
it
is
at
present
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
Duncan
comes
to
town
only
once
a
week
,
and
at
times
not
that
.
He
’
s
home
tonight
for
the
first
in
a
week
.
He
’
s
watching
an
hour
for
me
until
I
come
to
the
Bird
Woman
with
a
bit
of
work
I
thought
she
’
d
be
caring
to
hear
about
bad
.
Is
she
where
I
can
see
her
?
”
The
Angel
’
s
face
clouded
.
“
What
a
disappointment
!
”
she
cried
.
“
I
did
so
want
all
my
friends
to
know
you
.
Can
’
t
you
stay
anyway
?
”
Freckles
glanced
from
his
wading
-
boots
to
the
patent
leathers
of
some
of
the
Angel
’
s
friends
,
and
smiled
whimsically
,
but
there
was
no
danger
of
his
ever
misjudging
her
again
.
“
You
know
I
cannot
,
Angel
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
am
afraid
I
do
,
”
she
said
ruefully
.
“
It
’
s
too
bad
!
But
there
is
a
thing
I
want
for
you
more
than
to
come
to
my
party
,
and
that
is
to
hang
on
and
win
with
your
work
.
I
think
of
you
every
day
,
and
I
just
pray
that
those
thieves
are
not
getting
ahead
of
you
.
Oh
,
Freckles
,
do
watch
closely
!
”
She
was
so
lovely
a
picture
as
she
stood
before
him
,
ardent
in
his
cause
,
that
Freckles
could
not
take
his
eyes
from
her
to
notice
what
her
friends
were
thinking
.
If
she
did
not
mind
,
why
should
he
?
Anyway
,
if
they
really
were
the
Angel
’
s
friends
,
probably
they
were
better
accustomed
to
her
ways
than
he
.
Her
face
and
bared
neck
and
arms
were
like
the
wild
rose
bloom
.
Her
soft
frock
of
white
tulle
lifted
and
stirred
around
her
with
the
gentle
evening
air
.
The
beautiful
golden
hair
,
that
crept
around
her
temples
and
ears
as
if
it
loved
to
cling
there
,
was
caught
back
and
bound
with
broad
blue
satin
ribbon
.
There
was
a
sash
of
blue
at
her
waist
,
and
knots
of
it
catching
up
her
draperies
.
