But the Angel put her banjo into its case, silently gathered her music, and no one mentioned the concert.
The Bird Woman left McLean and the Angel to clear away the lunch, and with Freckles examined the walls of his room and told him all she knew about his shrubs and flowers.

She analyzed a cardinal-flower and showed him what he had wanted to know all summer--why the bees buzzed ineffectually around it while the humming-birds found in it an ever-ready feast.

Some of his specimens were so rare that she was unfamiliar with them, and with the flower book between them they knelt, studying the different varieties.

She wandered the length of the cathedral aisle with him, and it was at her suggestion that he lighted his altar with a row of flaming foxfire.
As Freckles came to the cabin from his long day at the swamp he saw Mrs.Chicken sweeping to the south and wondered where she was going.

He stepped into the bright, cosy little kitchen, and as he reached down the wash-basin he asked Mrs.Duncan a question.
"Mother Duncan, do kisses wash off ?" So warm a wave swept her heart that a half-flush mantled her face.