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Chapter XX
“Iseesoft,slowcloudsoozingacrosstheblue,mebigblackchickenshangingupthere,andagreatfeathersoftlyslidingdown.Iseemightytrees,swingingvines,brightflowers,andalwaysmassesofthewildroses,withthewildrosefaceofmeLadybirdlookingthrough.Iseetheswalerocking,smellthesweetnessofthebloomingthings,andthedamp,muckyodoroftheswamp;andIhearmebirdssing,mesquirrelsbark,therattlershiss,andthestepofWessnerorBlackJackcoming;andwhetherit’sthethingsthatIlovedorthethingsthatIfeared,it’sallapartoftheday.
“Meheart’sallmeSwampAngel’s,andmeloveisallhers,andIhaveherandtheswampsoconfusedinmemindInevercanbeseparatingthem.WhenIlookather,Iseebluesky,thesunriftingthroughtheleavesandpinkandredflowers;andwhenIlookattheLimberlostIseeapinkfacewithblueeyes,goldhair,andredlips,and,it’sthetruth,sir,they’remixedtillthey’reonetome!
“I’mafraiditwillbehurtingsome,butIhavethefeeingthatIcanbemakingmydearpeopleunderstand,sothattheywillbewillingtoletmecomebackhome.SendLadyO’MoretoputtheseflowersGodmadeintheplaceoftheseglass-houseilegancies,andpleasebecuttingthestringofthislittlepackagetheAngel’ssentme.”
AsFrecklesheldupthepackage,thelightsoftheLimberlostflashedfromtheemeraldonhisfinger.Onthecoverwasprinted:“TotheLimberlostGuard!”Underitwasabig,crisp,iridescentblackfeather.LimberlostGuard!”Underitwasabig,crisp,iridescentblackfeather
