Would you mind stopping at the cabin a minute and showing this to Mother Duncan ?" he asked.
"Give me that little book in your pocket," said the Bird Woman.
She folded the outer edges of the proof so that it would fit into the book, explaining as she did so its perishable nature in that state.
Freckles went hurrying ahead, and they arrived in time to see Mrs.
Duncan gazing as if awestruck, and to hear her bewildered "Weel I be drawed on!" Freckles and the Angel helped the Bird Woman to establish herself for a long day at the mouth of Sleepy Snake Creek.

Then she sent them away and waited what luck would bring to her.
"Now, what shall we do ?" inquired the Angel, who was a bundle of nerves and energy.
"Would you like to go to me room awhile ?" asked Freckles.
"If you don't care to very much, I'd rather not," said the Angel.

"I'll tell you.

Let's go help Mrs.Duncan with dinner and play with the baby.
I love a nice, clean baby." They started toward the cabin.

Every few minutes they stopped to investigate something or to chatter over some natural history wonder.
The Angel had quick eyes; she seemed to see everything, but Freckles' were even quicker; for life itself had depended on their sharpness ever since the beginning of his work at the swamp.