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“
I
hoped
I
might
find
you
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
You
see
,
I
didn
’
t
do
as
I
was
told
,
and
I
’
m
lost
.
The
Bird
Woman
said
I
should
wait
in
the
carriage
until
she
came
back
.
She
’
s
been
gone
hours
.
It
’
s
a
perfect
Turkish
bath
in
there
,
and
I
’
m
all
lumpy
with
mosquito
bites
.
Just
when
I
thought
that
I
couldn
’
t
bear
it
another
minute
,
along
came
the
biggest
Papilio
Ajax
you
ever
saw
.
I
knew
how
pleased
she
’
d
be
,
so
I
ran
after
it
.
It
flew
so
slow
and
so
low
that
I
thought
a
dozen
times
I
had
it
.
Then
all
at
once
it
went
from
sight
above
the
trees
,
and
I
couldn
’
t
find
my
way
back
to
save
me
.
I
think
I
’
ve
walked
more
than
an
hour
.
I
have
been
mired
to
my
knees
.
A
thorn
raked
my
arm
until
it
is
bleeding
,
and
I
’
m
so
tired
and
warm
.
”
She
parted
the
bushes
farther
.
Freckles
saw
that
her
blue
cotton
frock
clung
to
her
,
limp
with
perspiration
.
It
was
torn
across
the
breast
.
One
sleeve
hung
open
from
shoulder
to
elbow
.
A
thorn
had
torn
her
arm
until
it
was
covered
with
blood
,
and
the
gnats
and
mosquitoes
were
clustering
around
it
.
Her
feet
were
in
lace
hose
and
low
shoes
.
Freckles
gasped
.
In
the
Limberlost
in
low
shoes
!
He
caught
an
armful
of
moss
from
his
carpet
and
buried
it
in
the
ooze
in
front
of
her
for
a
footing
.
“
Come
out
here
so
I
can
see
where
you
are
stepping
.
Quick
,
for
the
life
of
you
!
”
he
ordered
.
She
smiled
on
him
indulgently
.
“
Why
?
”
she
inquired
.
“
Did
anybody
let
you
come
here
and
not
be
telling
you
of
the
snakes
?
”
urged
Freckles
.
“
We
met
Mr
.
McLean
on
the
corduroy
,
and
he
did
say
something
about
snakes
,
I
believe
.
The
Bird
Woman
put
on
leather
leggings
,
and
a
nice
,
parboiled
time
she
must
be
having
!
Worst
dose
I
ever
endured
,
and
I
’
d
nothing
to
do
but
swelter
.
”
“
Will
you
be
coming
out
of
there
?
”
groaned
Freckles
.
