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Freckles
turned
to
McLean
.
“
Thank
you
for
everything
,
”
he
panted
.
“
Where
are
the
boys
?
”
“
They
are
all
here
,
”
said
the
Boss
,
“
except
a
couple
who
have
gone
for
doctors
,
Mrs
.
Duncan
and
the
Bird
Woman
.
”
“
It
’
s
no
use
trying
to
do
anything
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
You
won
’
t
forget
the
muff
and
the
Christmas
box
.
The
muff
especial
?
”
There
was
a
movement
above
them
so
pronounced
that
it
attracted
Freckles
’
attention
,
even
in
that
extreme
hour
.
He
looked
up
,
and
a
pleased
smile
flickered
on
his
drawn
face
.
“
Why
,
if
it
ain
’
t
me
Little
Chicken
!
”
he
cried
hoarsely
.
“
He
must
be
making
his
very
first
trip
from
the
log
.
Now
Duncan
can
have
his
big
watering
-
trough
.
”
“
It
was
Little
Chicken
that
made
me
late
,
”
faltered
the
Angel
.
“
I
was
so
anxious
to
get
here
early
I
forgot
to
bring
his
breakfast
from
the
carriage
.
He
must
have
been
hungry
,
for
when
I
passed
the
log
he
started
after
me
.
He
was
so
wabbly
,
and
so
slow
flying
from
tree
to
tree
and
through
the
bushes
,
I
just
had
to
wait
on
him
,
for
I
couldn
’
t
drive
him
back
.
”
“
Of
course
you
couldn
’
t
!
Me
bird
has
too
amazing
good
sinse
to
go
back
when
he
could
be
following
you
,
”
exulted
Freckles
,
exactly
as
if
he
did
not
realize
what
the
delay
had
cost
him
.
Then
he
lay
silently
thinking
,
but
presently
he
asked
slowly
:
“
And
so
’
twas
me
Little
Chicken
that
was
making
you
late
,
Angel
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
