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
