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Chapter XV

           

           “Now,let’sbetellingtheBirdWomanaboutit!”heshouted,wildlydancingandswinginghishat.

           “Wegotit!Wegotit!Ibetafarmwegotit!”

           Handinhandtheyrantothenorthendoftheswamp,yelling“Wegotit!”likeyoungComanches,andnevergaveathoughttowhattheymightdountilabigblue-graybird,withlongneckandtrailinglegs,aroseonflappingwingsandsailedovertheLimberlost.

           TheAngelbecamewhitetothelipsandgrippedFreckleswithbothhands.Hegulpedwithmortificationandturnedhisback.

           Tofrightenhersubjectawaycarelessly!ItwastheheadcrimeintheBirdWoman’scategory.Sheextendedherhandsasshearose,baked,blistered,anddripping,andexclaimed:“Blessyou,mychildren!Blessyou!”Andittrulysoundedasifshemeantit.

           “Why,why——”stammeredthebewilderedAngel.

           Freckleshurriedintothebreach.

           “Youmustbeforblamingiteverybitonme.IwasthinkingwegotLittleChicken’spicturerealgood.IwassodrunkwiththejoyofitIlostallmesensesand,’Let’sruntelltheBirdWoman,’saysI.LikeafoolIwasforrunning,andIsortofdraggedtheAngelalong.”

           “OhFreckles!”expostulatedtheAngel.“Areyouloony?Ofcourse,itwasallmyfault!I’vebeenwithherhundredsoftimes.IknewperfectlywellthatIwasn’ttoletanything—NOTANYTHING—scareherbirdaway!IwassocrazyIforgot.Theblameisallmine,andshe’llneverforgiveme.”

           “Shewill,too!”criedFreckles.

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