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Chapter XI
Hefilledtheairallthewaywithsnatchesoforatorios,gospelhymns,anddialectandcoonsongs,inastartlinglyvariedprogramme.TheonethingFrecklesknewthathecoulddowastosing.TheDuncansheardhimcomingamileupthecorduroyandcouldnotbelievetheirsenses.Frecklesunfastenedtheboxfromhisbelt,andgaveMrs.Duncanandthechildrenalltheeatablesitcontained,exceptonebigpieceofcakethathecarriedtothesweet-lovingDuncan.Heputtheflowersbackintheboxandsetitamonghisbooks.Hedidnotsayanything,buttheyunderstooditwasnottobetouched.
“Thae’sFreckles’flow’rs,”saidatinyScotsman,“but,”headdedcheerfully,“it’soorsweeties!”
Freckles’faceslowlyflushedashetookDuncan’scakeandstartedtowardtheswamp.WhileDuncanate,Frecklestoldhimsomethingabouttheevening,aswellashecouldfindwordstoexpresshimself,andthebigmanwassoamazedhekeptforgettingthetreatinhishands.
ThenFrecklesmountedhiswheelandbeganaspinthatterminatedonlywhenthebiggestPlymouthRockinDuncan’scoopsalutedanewday,andlonglinesoflightreddenedtheeast.Asherodehesang,whilehesangheworshiped,butthegodhetriedtoglorifywasadimandfarawaymystery.TheAngelwaswarmfleshandblood.
Everytimehepassedthelittlebark-coveredimprintonthetrailhedismounted,removedhishat,solemnlykneltandlaidhislipsontheimpression
