-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джин Страттон-Портер
-
- Веснушки
-
- Стр. 143/195
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Nobody
will
ever
be
guessing
some
of
the
things
I
’
ve
been
through
trying
to
keep
me
promise
to
the
Boss
,
and
to
hold
out
until
this
day
.
That
it
’
s
come
with
only
one
fresh
stump
,
and
the
log
from
that
saved
,
and
this
new
tree
to
report
,
isn
’
t
it
grand
?
Maybe
Mr
.
McLean
will
be
forgetting
that
stump
when
he
sees
this
tree
,
Angel
!
”
“
He
can
’
t
forget
it
,
”
said
the
Angel
;
and
in
answer
to
Freckles
’
startled
eyes
she
added
,
“
because
he
never
had
any
reason
to
remember
it
.
He
couldn
’
t
have
done
a
whit
better
himself
.
My
father
says
so
.
You
’
re
all
right
,
Freckles
!
”
She
reached
him
her
hand
,
and
as
two
children
,
they
broke
into
a
run
when
they
came
closer
the
gang
.
They
left
the
swamp
by
the
west
road
and
followed
the
trail
until
they
found
the
men
.
To
the
Angel
it
seemed
complete
charm
.
In
the
shadiest
spot
on
the
west
side
of
the
line
,
at
the
edge
of
the
swamp
and
very
close
Freckles
’
room
,
they
were
cutting
bushes
and
clearing
space
for
a
big
tent
for
the
men
’
s
sleeping
-
quarters
,
another
for
a
dining
-
hall
,
and
a
board
shack
for
the
cook
.
The
teamsters
were
unloading
,
the
horses
were
cropping
leaves
from
the
bushes
,
while
each
man
was
doing
his
part
toward
the
construction
of
the
new
Limberlost
quarters
.
Freckles
helped
the
Angel
climb
on
a
wagonload
of
canvas
in
the
shade
.
She
removed
her
leggings
,
wiped
her
heated
face
,
and
glowed
with
happiness
and
interest
.
The
gang
had
been
sifted
carefully
.
McLean
now
felt
that
there
was
not
a
man
in
it
who
was
not
trustworthy
.
They
all
had
heard
of
the
Angel
’
s
plucky
ride
for
Freckles
’
relief
;
several
of
them
had
been
in
the
rescue
party
.
Others
,
new
since
that
time
,
had
heard
the
tale
rehearsed
in
its
every
aspect
around
the
smudge
-
fires
at
night
.
Almost
all
of
them
knew
the
Angel
by
sight
from
her
trips
with
the
Bird
Woman
to
their
leases
.
They
all
knew
her
father
,
her
position
,
and
the
luxuries
of
her
home
.
Whatever
course
she
had
chosen
with
them
they
scarcely
would
have
resented
it
,
but
the
Angel
never
had
been
known
to
choose
a
course
.
Her
spirit
of
friendliness
was
inborn
and
inbred
.
She
loved
everyone
,
so
she
sympathized
with
everyone
.
Her
generosity
was
only
limited
by
what
was
in
her
power
to
give
.
She
came
down
the
trail
,
hand
in
hand
with
the
red
-
haired
,
freckled
timber
guard
whom
she
had
worn
herself
past
the
limit
of
endurance
to
save
only
a
few
weeks
before
,
racing
in
her
eagerness
to
reach
them
,
and
laughing
her
“
Good
morning
,
gentlemen
,
”
right
and
left
.
When
she
was
ensconced
on
the
wagonload
of
tenting
,
she
sat
on
a
roll
of
canvas
as
a
queen
on
her
throne
.
There
was
not
a
man
of
the
gang
who
did
not
respect
her
.
She
was
a
living
exponent
of
universal
brotherhood
.
There
was
no
man
among
them
who
needed
her
exquisite
face
or
dainty
clothing
to
teach
him
that
the
deference
due
a
gentlewoman
should
be
paid
her
.
That
the
spirit
of
good
fellowship
she
radiated
levied
an
especial
tribute
of
its
own
,
and
it
became
their
delight
to
honor
and
please
her
.
As
they
raced
toward
the
wagon
—
“
Let
me
tell
about
the
tree
,
please
?
”
she
begged
Freckles
.
“
Why
,
sure
!
”
said
Freckles
.
