Веснушки

Chapter VIII

           Shehasarunningbillhere.Herfathersettlesonceamonth.Shegivesnine-tenthsofitaway.Hardlyevertouchesitherself,butwhenshedoesshemakesmemixit.She’sjustoldpersimmons.Eventhescrub-boyofthisestablishmentwouldfightforher.Itlaststheyearround,forinwinterit’ssomepoor,frozencussthatshe’swarminguponhotcoffeeorchocolate.”

           “Mightyqueerspecimenshehadthistime,”volunteeredanother.“Irish,handoff,straightasaramrod,andsomethingworthwhileinhisface.Noticethathatpeeloff,andtheeyesofhim?There’sacaseof’fightforher!’Wonderwhoheis?”

           “Ithink,”saidathird,“thathe’sMcLean’sLimberlostguard,andIsuspectshe’sgonetotheswampwiththeBirdWomanforpicturesandknowshimthatway.I’veheardthatheisamasterhandwiththebirds,andthatwouldjustsuittheBirdWomantoaT.”

           OnthestreettheAngelwalkedbesideFrecklestothefirstcrossingandthereshestopped.“Now,willyoupromisetoridefastenoughtomakeupforthefiveminutesthattook?”sheasked.“IamalittleuneasyaboutMrs.Duncan.”

           Frecklesturnedhiswheelintothestreet.Itseemedtohimhehadpouredthatdeliciousicyliquidintoeveryveininhisbodyinsteadofhisstomach.Itevenwenttohisbrain.

           “Didyouinsistonfixingthatdrinkbecauseyouknewhowintoxicating’twouldbe?”heasked.

           TherewassubtletyinthecomplimentanditdelightedtheAngel.Shelaughedgleefully.

           “Nexttime,maybeyouwon’ttakesomuchcoaxing,”sheteased

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