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“
Bless
his
fool
little
hot
heart
!
”
said
Duncan
.
“
And
him
so
sore
it
is
tearing
him
to
move
for
anything
.
Nae
wonder
he
has
us
all
loving
him
!
”
Freckles
was
moving
briskly
,
and
his
heart
was
so
happy
that
he
forgot
all
about
the
bruises
.
He
hurried
around
the
trail
,
and
on
his
way
down
the
east
side
he
went
to
see
the
chickens
.
The
mother
bird
was
on
the
nest
.
He
was
afraid
the
other
egg
might
be
hatching
,
so
he
did
not
venture
to
disturb
her
.
He
made
the
round
and
reached
his
study
early
.
He
ate
his
lunch
,
but
did
not
need
to
start
on
the
second
trip
until
the
middle
of
the
afternoon
.
He
would
have
long
hours
to
work
on
his
flower
bed
,
improve
his
study
,
and
learn
about
his
chickens
.
Lovingly
he
set
his
room
in
order
and
watered
the
flowers
and
carpet
.
He
had
chosen
for
his
resting
-
place
the
coolest
spot
on
the
west
side
,
where
there
was
almost
always
a
breeze
;
but
today
the
heat
was
so
intense
that
it
penetrated
even
there
.
“
I
’
m
mighty
glad
there
’
s
nothing
calling
me
inside
!
”
he
said
.
“
There
’
s
no
bit
of
air
stirring
,
and
it
will
just
be
steaming
.
Oh
,
but
it
’
s
luck
Duncan
found
the
nest
before
it
got
so
unbearing
hot
!
I
might
have
missed
it
altogether
Wouldn
’
t
it
have
been
a
shame
to
lose
that
sight
?
The
cunning
little
divil
!
When
he
gets
to
toddling
down
that
log
to
meet
me
,
won
’
t
he
be
a
circus
?
Wonder
if
he
’
ll
be
as
graceful
a
performer
afoot
as
his
father
and
mother
?
”
The
heat
became
more
insistent
.
Noon
came
;
Freckles
ate
his
dinner
and
settled
for
an
hour
or
two
on
a
bench
with
a
book
.
Perhaps
there
was
a
breath
of
sound
—
Freckles
never
afterward
could
remember
—
but
for
some
reason
he
lifted
his
head
as
the
bushes
parted
and
the
face
of
an
angel
looked
between
.
Saints
,
nymphs
,
and
fairies
had
floated
down
his
cathedral
aisle
for
him
many
times
,
with
forms
and
voices
of
exquisite
beauty
.
Parting
the
wild
roses
at
the
entrance
was
beauty
of
which
Freckles
never
had
dreamed
.
Was
it
real
or
would
it
vanish
as
the
other
dreams
?
He
dropped
his
book
,
and
rising
to
his
feet
,
went
a
step
closer
,
gazing
intently
.
This
was
real
flesh
and
blood
.
It
was
in
every
way
kin
to
the
Limberlost
,
for
no
bird
of
its
branches
swung
with
easier
grace
than
this
dainty
young
thing
rocked
on
the
bit
of
morass
on
which
she
stood
.
A
sapling
beside
her
was
not
straighter
or
rounder
than
her
slender
form
.
Her
soft
,
waving
hair
clung
around
her
face
from
the
heat
,
and
curled
over
her
shoulders
.
It
was
all
of
one
piece
with
the
gold
of
the
sun
that
filtered
between
the
branches
.
Her
eyes
were
the
deepest
blue
of
the
iris
,
her
lips
the
reddest
red
of
the
foxfire
,
while
her
cheeks
were
exactly
of
the
same
satin
as
the
wild
rose
petals
caressing
them
.
She
was
smiling
at
Freckles
in
perfect
confidence
,
and
she
cried
:
“
Oh
,
I
’
m
so
delighted
that
I
’
ve
found
you
!
”
The
wildly
leaping
heart
of
Freckles
burst
from
his
body
and
fell
in
the
black
swamp
-
muck
at
her
feet
with
such
a
thud
that
he
did
not
understand
how
she
could
avoid
hearing
.
He
really
felt
that
if
she
looked
down
she
would
see
.
Incredulous
,
he
quavered
:
“
An
’
—
an
’
was
you
looking
for
me
?
”
