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The
Bird
Woman
insisted
upon
taking
the
Angel
into
the
carriage
and
following
the
cot
,
but
she
refused
to
leave
Freckles
,
and
suggested
that
the
Bird
Woman
drive
ahead
,
pack
them
some
clothing
,
and
be
at
the
station
ready
to
accompany
them
to
Chicago
.
All
the
way
the
Angel
walked
beside
the
cot
,
shading
Freckles
’
face
with
a
branch
,
and
holding
his
hand
.
At
every
pause
to
change
carriers
she
moistened
his
face
and
lips
and
watched
each
breath
with
heart
-
breaking
anxiety
.
She
scarcely
knew
when
her
father
joined
them
,
and
taking
the
branch
from
her
,
slipped
an
arm
around
her
waist
and
almost
carried
her
.
To
the
city
streets
and
the
swarm
of
curious
,
staring
faces
she
paid
no
more
attention
than
she
had
to
the
trees
of
the
Limberlost
.
When
the
train
came
and
the
gang
placed
Freckles
aboard
,
big
Duncan
made
a
place
for
the
Angel
beside
the
cot
.
With
the
best
physician
to
be
found
,
and
with
the
Bird
Woman
and
McLean
in
attendance
,
the
four
-
hours
’
run
to
Chicago
began
.
The
Angel
constantly
watched
over
Freckles
;
bathed
his
face
,
stroked
his
hand
,
and
gently
fanned
him
.
Not
for
an
instant
would
she
yield
her
place
,
or
allow
anyone
else
to
do
anything
for
him
.
The
Bird
Woman
and
McLean
regarded
her
in
amazement
.
There
seemed
to
be
no
end
to
her
resources
and
courage
.
The
only
time
she
spoke
was
to
ask
McLean
if
he
were
sure
the
special
would
be
ready
on
the
Pittsburgh
road
.
He
replied
that
it
was
made
up
and
waiting
.
At
five
o
’
clock
Freckles
lay
stretched
on
the
operating
-
table
of
Lake
View
Hospital
,
while
three
of
the
greatest
surgeons
in
Chicago
bent
over
him
.
At
their
command
,
McLean
picked
up
the
unwilling
Angel
and
carried
her
to
the
nurses
to
be
bathed
,
have
her
bruises
attended
,
and
to
be
put
to
bed
.
In
a
place
where
it
is
difficult
to
surprise
people
,
they
were
astonished
women
as
they
removed
the
Angel
’
s
dainty
stained
and
torn
clothing
,
drew
off
hose
muck
-
baked
to
her
limbs
,
soaked
the
dried
loam
from
her
silken
hair
,
and
washed
the
beautiful
scratched
,
bruised
,
dirt
-
covered
body
.
The
Angel
fell
fast
asleep
long
before
they
had
finished
,
and
lay
deeply
unconscious
,
while
the
fight
for
Freckles
’
life
was
being
waged
.
Three
days
later
she
was
the
same
Angel
as
of
old
,
except
that
Freckles
was
constantly
in
her
thoughts
.
The
anxiety
and
responsibility
that
she
felt
for
his
condition
had
bred
in
her
a
touch
of
womanliness
and
authority
that
was
new
.
That
morning
she
arose
early
and
hovered
near
Freckles
’
door
.
She
had
been
allowed
to
remain
with
him
constantly
,
for
the
nurses
and
surgeons
had
learned
,
with
his
returning
consciousness
,
that
for
her
alone
would
the
active
,
highly
strung
,
pain
-
racked
sufferer
be
quiet
and
obey
orders
.
When
she
was
dropping
from
loss
of
sleep
,
the
threat
that
she
would
fall
ill
had
to
be
used
to
send
her
to
bed
.
Then
by
telling
Freckles
that
the
Angel
was
asleep
and
they
would
waken
her
the
moment
he
moved
,
they
were
able
to
control
him
for
a
short
time
.
The
surgeon
was
with
Freckles
.
The
Angel
had
been
told
that
the
word
he
brought
that
morning
would
be
final
,
so
she
curled
in
a
window
seat
,
dropped
the
curtains
behind
her
,
and
in
dire
anxiety
,
waited
the
opening
of
the
door
.
Just
as
it
unclosed
,
McLean
came
hurrying
down
the
hall
and
to
the
surgeon
,
but
with
one
glance
at
his
face
he
stepped
back
in
dismay
;
while
the
Angel
,
who
had
arisen
,
sank
to
the
seat
again
,
too
dazed
to
come
forward
.
The
men
faced
each
other
.
The
Angel
,
with
parted
lips
and
frightened
eyes
,
bent
forward
in
tense
anxiety
.
“
I
—
I
thought
he
was
doing
nicely
?
”
faltered
McLean
.
