I can see it plain, and oh, the funny little white baby! Oh, Duncan, can you see me little white chicken ?" Duncan could easily see it; so could everyone else.

Freckles crept into the log and tenderly carried the hissing, blinking little bird to the light in a leaf-lined hat.

The men found it sufficiently wonderful to satisfy even Freckles, who had forgotten he was ever sore or stiff, and coddled over it with every blarneying term of endearment he knew.
Duncan gathered his tools.

"Deal's off, boys!" he said cheerfully.

"This log mauna be touched until Freckles' chaukies have finished with it.