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Then
he
thought
of
the
Angel
’
s
muff
and
Mrs
.
Duncan
’
s
hat
,
and
added
,
“
or
at
least
,
all
but
what
I
’
m
needing
bad
for
something
else
.
Would
you
mind
stopping
at
the
cabin
a
minute
and
showing
this
to
Mother
Duncan
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Give
me
that
little
book
in
your
pocket
,
”
said
the
Bird
Woman
.
She
folded
the
outer
edges
of
the
proof
so
that
it
would
fit
into
the
book
,
explaining
as
she
did
so
its
perishable
nature
in
that
state
.
Freckles
went
hurrying
ahead
,
and
they
arrived
in
time
to
see
Mrs
.
Duncan
gazing
as
if
awestruck
,
and
to
hear
her
bewildered
“
Weel
I
be
drawed
on
!
”
Freckles
and
the
Angel
helped
the
Bird
Woman
to
establish
herself
for
a
long
day
at
the
mouth
of
Sleepy
Snake
Creek
.
Then
she
sent
them
away
and
waited
what
luck
would
bring
to
her
.
“
Now
,
what
shall
we
do
?
”
inquired
the
Angel
,
who
was
a
bundle
of
nerves
and
energy
.
“
Would
you
like
to
go
to
me
room
awhile
?
”
asked
Freckles
.
“
If
you
don
’
t
care
to
very
much
,
I
’
d
rather
not
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
I
’
ll
tell
you
.
Let
’
s
go
help
Mrs
.
Duncan
with
dinner
and
play
with
the
baby
.
I
love
a
nice
,
clean
baby
.
”
They
started
toward
the
cabin
.
Every
few
minutes
they
stopped
to
investigate
something
or
to
chatter
over
some
natural
history
wonder
.
The
Angel
had
quick
eyes
;
she
seemed
to
see
everything
,
but
Freckles
’
were
even
quicker
;
for
life
itself
had
depended
on
their
sharpness
ever
since
the
beginning
of
his
work
at
the
swamp
.
They
saw
it
at
the
same
time
.
“
Someone
has
been
making
a
flagpole
,
”
said
the
Angel
,
running
the
toe
of
her
shoe
around
the
stump
,
evidently
made
that
season
.
“
Freckles
,
what
would
anyone
cut
a
tree
as
small
as
that
for
?
”
