Then we'll start the otter while it is fresh, and I'll write your instructions later.

It would be a mighty fine thing for you to give to the Angel as a little reminder of the Limberlost before it is despoiled, and as a souvenir of her trip for you." Freckles lifted a face with a glow of happy color creeping into it and eyes lighting with a former brightness.

Throwing his arms around McLean, he cried: "Oh, how I love you! Oh, I wish I could make you know how I love you!" McLean strained him to his breast.
"God bless you, Freckles," he said.

"I do know! We're going to have some good old times out of this world together, and we can't begin too soon.
Would you rather sleep first, or have a bite of lunch, take the drive with me, and then rest?
I don't know but sleep will come sooner and deeper to take the ride and have your mind set at ease before you lie down.

Suppose you go." "Suppose I do," said Freckles, with a glimmer of the old light in his eyes and newly found strength to shoulder the otter.