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           Whenhefoundthatnoneofhisstockwasatallthirsty,andsawthewater-troughbrimming,heknewthattheboywastryingtomakeuptohimforthelossofthebigtroughthathehadbeensoanxioustohave.

           “Blesshisfoollittlehotheart!”saidDuncan.“Andhimsosoreitistearinghimtomoveforanything.Naewonderhehasusalllovinghim!”

           Freckleswasmovingbriskly,andhisheartwassohappythatheforgotallaboutthebruises.Hehurriedaroundthetrail,andonhiswaydowntheeastsidehewenttoseethechickens.Themotherbirdwasonthenest.Hewasafraidtheothereggmightbehatching,sohedidnotventuretodisturbher.Hemadetheroundandreachedhisstudyearly.Heatehislunch,butdidnotneedtostartonthesecondtripuntilthemiddleoftheafternoon.Hewouldhavelonghourstoworkonhisflowerbed,improvehisstudy,andlearnabouthischickens.Lovinglyhesethisroominorderandwateredtheflowersandcarpet.Hehadchosenforhisresting-placethecoolestspotonthewestside,wheretherewasalmostalwaysabreeze;buttodaytheheatwassointensethatitpenetratedeventhere.

           “I’mmightygladthere’snothingcallingmeinside!”hesaid.“There’snobitofairstirring,anditwilljustbesteaming.Oh,butit’sluckDuncanfoundthenestbeforeitgotsounbearinghot!Imighthavemisseditaltogether