He took all he could carry of her load, stowed it in the back of the carriage, and helped her in.
The Angel gave her water, knelt and unfastened the leggings, bathed her face, and offered the lunch.
Freckles brought the horse.

He was not sure about the harness, but the Angel knew, and soon they left the swamp.

Then he showed them how to reach the chicken tree from the outside, indicated a cooler place for the horse, and told them how, the next time they came, the Angel could find his room while she waited.
The Bird Woman finished her lunch, and lay back, almost too tired to speak.
"Were you for getting Little Chicken's picture ?" Freckles asked.
"Finely!" she answered.

"He posed splendidly.

But I couldn't do anything with his mother.