When they had gone a little distance, they both looked back, and the morning breeze set the bit of blue waving them a farewell.
They walked at a rapid pace.
"I am sorry about scaring the birds," said the Angel, "but it's almost time for them to go anyway.

I feel dreadfully over having the swamp ruined, but isn't it a delight to hear the good, honest ring of those axes, instead of straining your ears for stealthy sounds?
Isn't it fine to go openly and freely, with nothing worse than a snake or a poison-vine to fear ?" "Ah!" said Freckles, with a long breath, "it's better than you can dream, Angel.

Nobody will ever be guessing some of the things I've been through trying to keep me promise to the Boss, and to hold out until this day.

That it's come with only one fresh stump, and the log from that saved, and this new tree to report, isn't it grand?
Maybe Mr.
McLean will be forgetting that stump when he sees this tree, Angel!" "He can't forget it," said the Angel; and in answer to Freckles' startled eyes she added, "because he never had any reason to remember it.

He couldn't have done a whit better himself.