Веснушки
Chapter XX
Howareallthegang?Havetheyfoundanymoregoodtrees?I’vebeenthinkingalot,sir.IbelieveIcanfindothersnearthatlastone.MeAuntAlicethinksmaybeIcan,andUncleTerencesaysit’slikely.Golly,butthey’renice,ilegantpeople.ItellyouI’mproudtobesamebloodwiththem!Comecloser,quick!Iwasgoingtodothisyesterday,andsomehowIjustfeltthatyou’dsurelybecomingtodayandIwaited.I’mselectingtheAngel’sringstone.Theringsheorderedformeisfinishedandtheysentittokeepmecompany.See?It’sanemerald—justmecolor,LordO’Moresays.”
Frecklesflourishedhishand.
“Ain’tthatfine?Nevertooksomuchcomfortwithanythinginmelife.Everycoloroftheoldswampisinit.IaskedtheAngeltohavealittleshamrockleafcutonit,soeverytimeIsawitI’dbethinkingofthe’love,truth,andvalor’ofthatsongshewasteachingme.Ain’tthatabeautifulsong?SomeofthesedaysI’mgoingtomakeitecho.I’malittleafraidtobedoingitwithmevoiceyet,butmeheart’stuningawayoniteveryblessedhour.Willyoubelookingatthesenow?”
FrecklestiltedatrayofunsetstonesfromPeacock’sthatwouldhaveransomedseveralvaluablekings.HeheldthemtowardMcLean,stirringthemwithhisrightarm.
“ItellyouI’mgladtoseeyou,sir”hesaid.“ItriedtotellmeunclewhatIwanted,butthisain’tforhimtobemixedupin,anyway,andIdon’tthinkImadeitcleartohim.Icouldn’tseemtosaythewordsIwanted.Icanbetellingyou,sir.”
McLean’sheartbegantothumpasalover’s.
