Earlier in the season, when the young were yet very small, it so happened that at times Freckles could give into her hands one of these little ones.

Then it was pure joy to stand back and watch her heaving breast, flushed cheek, and shining eyes.

Hers were such lovely eyes.

Freckles had discovered lately that they were not so dark as he had thought them at first, but that the length and thickness of lash, by which they were shaded, made them appear darker than they really were.

They were forever changing.