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Chicago
is
a
big
,
wicked
city
,
and
grown
people
could
disappear
in
many
ways
,
and
who
would
there
ever
be
to
find
to
whom
their
little
children
belonged
?
The
minute
my
father
told
me
how
you
felt
,
I
began
to
study
this
thing
over
,
and
I
’
ve
made
up
my
mind
you
are
dead
wrong
.
I
meant
to
ask
my
father
or
the
Bird
Woman
to
talk
to
you
before
you
went
away
to
school
,
but
as
matters
are
right
now
I
guess
I
’
ll
just
do
it
myself
.
It
’
s
all
so
plain
to
me
.
Oh
,
if
I
could
only
make
you
see
!
”
She
buried
her
face
in
the
pillow
and
presently
lifted
it
,
transfigured
.
“
Now
I
have
it
!
”
she
cried
.
“
Oh
,
dear
heart
!
I
can
make
it
so
plain
!
Freckles
,
can
you
imagine
you
see
the
old
Limberlost
trail
?
Well
when
we
followed
it
,
you
know
there
were
places
where
ugly
,
prickly
thistles
overgrew
the
path
,
and
you
went
ahead
with
your
club
and
bent
them
back
to
keep
them
from
stinging
through
my
clothing
.
Other
places
there
were
big
shining
pools
where
lovely
,
snow
-
white
lilies
grew
,
and
you
waded
in
and
gathered
them
for
me
.
Oh
dear
heart
,
don
’
t
you
see
?
It
’
s
this
!
Everywhere
the
wind
carried
that
thistledown
,
other
thistles
sprang
up
and
grew
prickles
;
and
wherever
those
lily
seeds
sank
to
the
mire
,
the
pure
white
of
other
lilies
bloomed
.
But
,
Freckles
,
there
was
never
a
place
anywhere
in
the
Limberlost
,
or
in
the
whole
world
,
where
the
thistledown
floated
and
sprang
up
and
blossomed
into
white
lilies
!
Thistles
grow
from
thistles
,
and
lilies
from
other
lilies
.
Dear
Freckles
,
think
hard
!
You
must
see
it
!
You
are
a
lily
,
straight
through
.
You
never
,
never
could
have
drifted
from
the
thistle
-
patch
.
“
Where
did
you
find
the
courage
to
go
into
the
Limberlost
and
face
its
terrors
?
You
inherited
it
from
the
blood
of
a
brave
father
,
dear
heart
.
Where
did
you
get
the
pluck
to
hold
for
over
a
year
a
job
that
few
men
would
have
taken
at
all
?
You
got
it
from
a
plucky
mother
,
you
bravest
of
boys
.
You
attacked
single
-
handed
a
man
almost
twice
your
size
,
and
fought
as
a
demon
,
merely
at
the
suggestion
that
you
be
deceptive
and
dishonest
.
Could
your
mother
or
your
father
have
been
untruthful
?
Here
you
are
,
so
hungry
and
starved
that
you
are
dying
for
love
.
Where
did
you
get
all
that
capacity
for
loving
?
You
didn
’
t
inherit
it
from
hardened
,
heartless
people
,
who
would
disfigure
you
and
purposely
leave
you
to
die
,
that
’
s
one
sure
thing
.
You
once
told
me
of
saving
your
big
bullfrog
from
a
rattlesnake
.
You
knew
you
risked
a
horrible
death
when
you
did
it
.
Yet
you
will
spend
miserable
years
torturing
yourself
with
the
idea
that
your
own
mother
might
have
cut
off
that
hand
.
Shame
on
you
,
Freckles
!
Your
mother
would
have
done
this
—
—
”
The
Angel
deliberately
turned
back
the
cover
,
slipped
up
the
sleeve
,
and
laid
her
lips
on
the
scars
.
“
Freckles
!
Wake
up
!
”
she
cried
,
almost
shaking
him
.
“
Come
to
your
senses
!
Be
a
thinking
,
reasoning
man
!
You
have
brooded
too
much
,
and
been
all
your
life
too
much
alone
.
It
’
s
all
as
plain
as
plain
can
be
to
me
.
You
must
see
it
!
Like
breeds
like
in
this
world
!
You
must
be
some
sort
of
a
reproduction
of
your
parents
,
and
I
am
not
afraid
to
vouch
for
them
,
not
for
a
minute
!
“
And
then
,
too
,
if
more
proof
is
needed
,
here
it
is
:
Mr
.
McLean
says
that
you
never
once
have
failed
in
tact
and
courtesy
.
He
says
that
you
are
the
most
perfect
gentleman
he
ever
knew
,
and
he
has
traveled
the
world
over
.
How
does
it
happen
,
Freckles
?
No
one
at
that
Home
taught
you
.
Hundreds
of
men
couldn
’
t
be
taught
,
even
in
a
school
of
etiquette
;
so
it
must
be
instinctive
with
you
.
If
it
is
,
why
,
that
means
that
it
is
born
in
you
,
and
a
direct
inheritance
from
a
race
of
men
that
have
been
gentlemen
for
ages
,
and
couldn
’
t
be
anything
else
.
“
Then
there
’
s
your
singing
.
I
don
’
t
believe
there
ever
was
a
mortal
with
a
sweeter
voice
than
yours
,
and
while
that
doesn
’
t
prove
anything
,
there
is
a
point
that
does
.
The
little
training
you
had
from
that
choirmaster
won
’
t
account
for
the
wonderful
accent
and
ease
with
which
you
sing
.
Somewhere
in
your
close
blood
is
a
marvelously
trained
vocalist
;
we
every
one
of
us
believe
that
,
Freckles
.
“
Why
does
my
father
refer
to
you
constantly
as
being
of
fine
perceptions
and
honor
?
Because
you
are
,
Freckles
.
Why
does
the
Bird
Woman
leave
her
precious
work
and
come
here
to
help
look
after
you
?
I
never
heard
of
her
losing
any
time
over
anyone
else
.
It
’
s
because
she
loves
you
.
And
why
does
Mr
.
McLean
turn
all
of
his
valuable
business
over
to
hired
men
and
watch
you
personally
?
And
why
is
he
hunting
excuses
every
day
to
spend
money
on
you
?
My
father
says
McLean
is
full
Scotch
-
close
with
a
dollar
.
He
is
a
hard
-
headed
business
man
,
Freckles
,
and
he
is
doing
it
because
he
finds
you
worthy
of
it
.
