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“
Mother
Duncan
,
do
kisses
wash
off
?
”
So
warm
a
wave
swept
her
heart
that
a
half
-
flush
mantled
her
face
.
She
straightened
her
shoulders
and
glanced
at
her
hands
tenderly
.
“
Lord
,
na
!
Freckles
,
”
she
cried
.
“
At
least
,
the
anes
ye
get
from
people
ye
love
dinna
.
They
dinna
stay
on
the
outside
.
They
strike
in
until
they
find
the
center
of
your
heart
and
make
their
stopping
-
place
there
,
and
naething
can
take
them
from
ye
—
I
doubt
if
even
death
—
—
Na
,
lad
,
ye
can
be
reet
sure
kisses
dinna
wash
off
!
”
Freckles
set
the
basin
down
and
muttered
as
he
plunged
his
hot
,
tired
face
into
the
water
,
“
I
needn
’
t
be
afraid
to
be
washing
,
then
,
for
that
one
struck
in
.
”
“
I
wish
,
”
said
Freckles
at
breakfast
one
morning
,
“
that
I
had
some
way
to
be
sending
a
message
to
the
Bird
Woman
.
I
’
ve
something
at
the
swamp
that
I
’
m
believing
never
happened
before
,
and
surely
she
’
ll
be
wanting
it
.
”
“
What
now
,
Freckles
?
”
asked
Mrs
.
Duncan
.
“
Why
,
the
oddest
thing
you
ever
heard
of
,
”
said
Freckles
;
“
the
whole
insect
tribe
gone
on
a
spree
.
I
’
m
supposing
it
’
s
my
doings
,
but
it
all
happened
by
accident
,
like
.
You
see
,
on
the
swale
side
of
the
line
,
right
against
me
trail
,
there
’
s
one
of
these
scrub
wild
crabtrees
.
Where
the
grass
grows
thick
around
it
,
is
the
finest
place
you
ever
conceived
of
for
snakes
.
Having
women
about
has
set
me
trying
to
clean
out
those
fellows
a
bit
,
and
yesterday
I
noticed
that
tree
in
passing
.
It
struck
me
that
it
would
be
a
good
idea
to
be
taking
it
out
.
First
I
thought
I
’
d
take
me
hatchet
and
cut
it
down
,
for
it
ain
’
t
thicker
than
me
upper
arm
.
Then
I
remembered
how
it
was
blooming
in
the
spring
and
filling
all
the
air
with
sweetness
.
The
coloring
of
the
blossoms
is
beautiful
,
and
I
hated
to
be
killing
it
.
I
just
cut
the
grass
short
all
around
it
.
Then
I
started
at
the
ground
,
trimmed
up
the
trunk
near
the
height
of
me
shoulder
,
and
left
the
top
spreading
.
That
made
it
look
so
truly
ornamental
that
,
idle
like
,
I
chips
off
the
rough
places
neat
,
and
this
morning
,
on
me
soul
,
it
’
s
a
sight
!
You
see
,
cutting
off
the
limbs
and
trimming
up
the
trunk
sets
the
sap
running
.
In
this
hot
sun
it
ferments
in
a
few
hours
.
There
isn
’
t
much
room
for
more
things
to
crowd
on
that
tree
than
there
are
,
and
to
get
drunker
isn
’
t
noways
possible
.
”
“
Weel
,
I
be
drawed
on
!
”
exclaimed
Mrs
.
Duncan
.
“
What
kind
of
things
do
ye
mean
,
Freckles
?
”
“
Why
,
just
an
army
of
black
ants
.
Some
of
them
are
sucking
away
like
old
topers
.
Some
of
them
are
setting
up
on
their
tails
and
hind
legs
,
fiddling
with
their
fore
-
feet
and
wiping
their
eyes
.
Some
are
rolling
around
on
the
ground
,
contented
.
There
are
quantities
of
big
blue
-
bottle
flies
over
the
bark
and
hanging
on
the
grasses
around
,
too
drunk
to
steer
a
course
flying
;
so
they
just
buzz
away
like
flying
,
and
all
the
time
sitting
still
.
The
snake
-
feeders
are
too
full
to
feed
anything
—
even
more
sap
to
themselves
.
There
’
s
a
lot
of
hard
-
backed
bugs
—
beetles
,
I
guess
—
colored
like
the
brown
,
blue
,
and
black
of
a
peacock
’
s
tail
.
They
hang
on
until
the
legs
of
them
are
so
wake
they
can
’
t
stick
a
minute
longer
,
and
then
they
break
away
and
fall
to
the
ground
.
They
just
lay
there
on
their
backs
,
fably
clawing
air
.
When
it
wears
off
a
bit
,
up
they
get
,
and
go
crawling
back
for
more
,
and
they
so
full
they
bump
into
each
other
and
roll
over
.
Sometimes
they
can
’
t
climb
the
tree
until
they
wait
to
sober
up
a
little
.
There
’
s
a
lot
of
big
black
-
and
-
gold
bumblebees
,
done
for
entire
,
stumbling
over
the
bark
and
rolling
on
the
ground
.
They
just
lay
there
on
their
backs
,
rocking
from
side
to
side
,
singing
to
themselves
like
fat
,
happy
babies
.
The
wild
bees
keep
up
a
steady
buzzing
with
the
beating
of
their
wings
.
