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“
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
.
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
.
New
guards
were
patrolling
the
trail
.
Freckles
was
roughly
laying
off
the
swamp
in
sections
and
searching
for
marked
trees
.
In
that
time
he
had
found
one
deeply
chipped
and
the
chip
cunningly
replaced
and
tacked
in
.
It
promised
to
be
quite
rare
,
so
he
was
jubilant
.
He
also
found
so
many
subjects
for
the
Bird
Woman
that
her
coming
was
of
almost
daily
occurrence
,
and
the
hours
he
spent
with
her
and
the
Angel
were
nothing
less
than
golden
.
The
Limberlost
was
now
arrayed
as
the
Queen
of
Sheba
in
all
her
glory
.
The
first
frosts
of
autumn
had
bejewelled
her
crown
in
flashing
topaz
,
ruby
,
and
emerald
.
Around
her
feet
trailed
the
purple
of
her
garments
,
while
in
her
hand
was
her
golden
scepter
.
Everything
was
at
full
tide
.
It
seemed
as
if
nothing
could
grow
lovelier
,
and
it
was
all
standing
still
a
few
weeks
,
waiting
coming
destruction
.
The
swamp
was
palpitant
with
life
.
Every
pair
of
birds
that
had
flocked
to
it
in
the
spring
was
now
multiplied
by
from
two
to
ten
.
The
young
were
tame
from
Freckles
’
tri
-
parenthood
,
and
so
plump
and
sleek
that
they
were
quite
as
beautiful
as
their
elders
,
even
if
in
many
cases
they
lacked
their
brilliant
plumage
.
It
was
the
same
story
of
increase
everywhere
.
There
were
chubby
little
ground
-
hogs
scudding
on
the
trail
.
There
were
cunning
baby
coons
and
opossums
peeping
from
hollow
logs
and
trees
.
Young
muskrats
followed
their
parents
across
the
lagoons
.
If
you
could
come
upon
a
family
of
foxes
that
had
not
yet
disbanded
,
and
see
the
young
playing
with
a
wild
duck
’
s
carcass
that
their
mother
had
brought
,
and
note
the
pride
and
satisfaction
in
her
eyes
as
she
lay
at
one
side
guarding
them
,
it
would
be
a
picture
not
to
be
forgotten
.
Freckles
never
tired
of
studying
the
devotion
of
a
fox
mother
to
her
babies
.
To
him
,
whose
early
life
had
been
so
embittered
by
continual
proof
of
neglect
and
cruelty
in
human
parents
toward
their
children
,
the
love
of
these
furred
and
feathered
folk
of
the
Limberlost
was
even
more
of
a
miracle
than
to
the
Bird
Woman
and
the
Angel
.
The
Angel
liked
the
baby
rabbits
and
squirrels
.
Earlier
in
the
season
,
when
the
young
were
yet
very
small
,
it
so
happened
that
at
times
Freckles
could
give
into
her
hands
one
of
these
little
ones
.
Then
it
was
pure
joy
to
stand
back
and
watch
her
heaving
breast
,
flushed
cheek
,
and
shining
eyes
.
Hers
were
such
lovely
eyes
.
Freckles
had
discovered
lately
that
they
were
not
so
dark
as
he
had
thought
them
at
first
,
but
that
the
length
and
thickness
of
lash
,
by
which
they
were
shaded
,
made
them
appear
darker
than
they
really
were
.
They
were
forever
changing
.
Now
sparkling
and
darkling
with
wit
,
now
humid
with
sympathy
,
now
burning
with
the
fire
of
courage
,
now
taking
on
strength
of
color
with
ambition
,
now
flashing
indignantly
at
the
abuse
of
any
creature
.
She
had
carried
several
of
the
squirrel
and
bunny
babies
home
,
and
had
littered
the
conservatory
with
them
.
Her
care
of
them
was
perfect
.
She
was
learning
her
natural
history
from
nature
,
and
having
much
healthful
exercise
.
To
her
,
they
were
the
most
interesting
of
all
,
but
the
Bird
Woman
preferred
the
birds
,
with
a
close
second
in
the
moths
and
butterflies
.
