Веснушки
Chapter VIII
Themorningbreezewavedtheribbonsgracefully,bindingonearoundFreckles’sleeveandtheotheracrosshischest,wheretheycaughtandclungasifmagnetized.
“Yes,”saidSarahDuncan.“It’sverraplainandsimple,butitjuistmakesyefeelthatit’sallofthefineststuff.It’sexactlywhatI’dcallaheavenlyhat.”
“Sure,”saidFreckles,“forit’sbelongingtoanAngel!”
Thenhetoldheraboutthehatandaskedherwhatheshoulddowithit.
“Takeittoher,ofcourse!”saidSarahDuncan.“Likeit’stheonlyaneshehasandshemayneeditbadly.”
Frecklessmiled.HehadaclearideaaboutthehatbeingtheonlyonetheAngelhad.However,therewasathinghefeltheshoulddoandwantedtodo,buthewasnotsure.
“YouthinkImightbetakingithome?”hesaid.
“Ofcourseyemust,”saidMrs.Duncan.“Andwithoutanotherhour’sdelay.It’sbeenheretwodaysnoo,andshemaywantit,andbetoobusyorafraidtocome.”
“ButhowcanItakeit?”askedFreckles.
“Gangspinningonyourwheel.Yecandoiteasyinanhour.”
“Butinthathour,whatif——?”
“Nonsense!”interruptedSarahDuncan.“Ye’vewatchedthattimber-lineuntilye’regrownfasttoit,lad.GivemeyourbootsandclubandI’llgaewalkthesouthendandwatchdoontheeastandwestsidesuntilyecomeback.”
“Mrs.Duncan!Youneverwouldbedoingit,”criedFreckles.
“Whynot?”inquiredshe.
“Butyouknowyou’remortalafraidofsnakesandalotofotherthingsintheswamp.”
“Iamafraidofsnakes,”saidMrs.
