Freckles eBook

Gene Stratton Porter
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 312 pages of information about Freckles.

Freckles eBook

Gene Stratton Porter
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 312 pages of information about Freckles.

With flushing cheeks and gleaming eyes, gaily waving the grass above her head, she led in three cheers and a tiger.  Freckles slipped into the swamp and hid himself, for fear he could not conceal his pride and his great surging, throbbing love for her.

The Angel subsided on the canvas and explained to McLean about the maple.  The Boss was mightily pleased.  He took Freckles and set out to re-locate and examine the tree.  The Angel was interested in the making of the camp, so she preferred to remain with the men.  With her sharp eyes she was watching every detail of construction; but when it came to the stretching of the dining-hall canvas she proceeded to take command.  The men were driving the rope-pins, when the Angel arose on the wagon and, leaning forward, spoke to Duncan, who was directing the work.

“I believe if you will swing that around a few feet farther, you will find it better, Mr. Duncan,” she said.  “That way will let the hot sun in at noon, while the sides will cut off the best breeze.”

“That’s a fact,” said Duncan, studying the conditions.

So, by shifting the pins a little, they obtained comfort for which they blessed the Angel every day.  When they came to the sleeping-tent, they consulted her about that.  She explained the general direction of the night breeze and indicated the best position for the tent.  Before anyone knew how it happened, the Angel was standing on the wagon, directing the location and construction of the cooking-shack, the erection of the crane for the big boiling-pots, and the building of the store-room.  She superintended the laying of the floor of the sleeping-tent lengthwise, So that it would be easier to sweep, and suggested a new arrangement of the cots that would afford all the men an equal share of night breeze.  She left the wagon, and climbing on the newly erected dining-table, advised with the cook in placing his stove, table, and kitchen utensils.

When Freckles returned from the tree to join in the work around the camp, he caught glimpses of her enthroned on a soapbox, cleaning beans.  She called to him that they were invited for dinner, and that they had accepted the invitation.

When the beans were steaming in the pot, the Angel advised the cook to soak them overnight the next time, so that they would cook more quickly and not burst.  She was sure their cook at home did that way, and the chef of the gang thought it would be a good idea.  The next Freckles saw of her she was paring potatoes.  A little later she arranged the table.

She swept it with a broom, instead of laying a cloth; took the hatchet and hammered the deepest dents from the tin plates, and nearly skinned her fingers scouring the tinware with rushes.  She set the plates an even distance apart, and laid the forks and spoons beside them.  When the cook threw away half a dozen fruit-cans, she gathered them up and melted off the tops, although she almost blistered her face and

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