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“
This
will
take
only
a
little
time
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
know
where
to
set
the
camera
now
,
and
Little
Chicken
is
big
enough
to
be
good
and
too
small
to
run
away
or
to
act
very
ugly
,
so
I
will
be
coming
soon
to
see
about
those
nests
.
I
have
ten
plates
along
,
and
I
surely
won
’
t
use
more
than
two
on
him
;
so
perhaps
I
can
get
some
nests
or
young
birds
this
morning
.
”
Freckles
almost
flew
,
for
his
dream
had
come
true
so
soon
.
He
was
walking
the
timber
-
line
and
the
Angel
was
following
him
.
He
asked
to
be
excused
for
going
first
,
because
he
wanted
to
be
sure
the
trail
was
safe
for
her
.
She
laughed
at
his
fears
,
telling
him
that
it
was
the
polite
thing
for
him
to
do
,
anyway
.
“
Oh
!
”
said
Freckles
,
“
so
you
was
after
knowing
that
?
Well
,
I
didn
’
t
s
’
pose
you
did
,
and
I
was
afraid
you
’
d
think
me
wanting
in
respect
to
be
preceding
you
!
”
The
astonished
Angel
looked
at
him
,
caught
the
irrepressible
gleam
of
Irish
fun
in
his
eyes
,
so
they
stood
and
laughed
together
.
Freckles
did
not
realize
how
he
was
talking
that
morning
.
He
showed
her
many
of
the
beautiful
nests
and
eggs
of
the
line
.
She
could
identify
a
number
of
them
,
but
of
some
she
was
ignorant
,
so
they
made
notes
of
the
number
and
color
of
the
eggs
,
material
,
and
construction
of
nest
,
color
,
size
,
and
shape
of
the
birds
,
and
went
to
find
them
in
the
book
.
At
his
room
,
when
Freckles
had
lifted
the
overhanging
bushes
and
stepped
back
for
her
to
enter
,
his
heart
was
all
out
of
time
and
place
.
The
study
was
vastly
more
beautiful
than
a
week
previous
.
The
Angel
drew
a
deep
breath
and
stood
gazing
first
at
one
side
,
then
at
another
,
then
far
down
the
cathedral
aisle
.
“
It
’
s
just
fairyland
!
”
she
cried
ecstatically
.
Then
she
turned
and
stared
at
Freckles
as
she
had
at
his
handiwork
.
“
What
are
you
planning
to
be
?
”
she
asked
wonderingly
.
“
Whatever
Mr
.
McLean
wants
me
to
,
”
he
replied
.
