"He must be making his very first trip from the log.

Now Duncan can have his big watering-trough." "It was Little Chicken that made me late," faltered the Angel.

"I was so anxious to get here early I forgot to bring his breakfast from the carriage.

He must have been hungry, for when I passed the log he started after me.

He was so wabbly, and so slow flying from tree to tree and through the bushes, I just had to wait on him, for I couldn't drive him back." "Of course you couldn't! Me bird has too amazing good sinse to go back when he could be following you," exulted Freckles, exactly as if he did not realize what the delay had cost him.