Then when these big black fellows came, Mr.McLean said they were our nearest kind to some in the old world that they called 'Pharaoh's Chickens,' and he called mine 'Freckles' Chickens.'" "Good enough!" cried the Bird Woman, her splotched purple face lighting with interest.

"You must shoot something for them occasionally, and I'll bring more food when I come.

If you will help me keep them until I get my series, I'll give you a copy of each study I make, mounted in a book." Freckles drew a deep breath.
"I'll be doing me very best," he promised, and from the deeps he meant it.
"I wonder if that other egg is going to hatch ?" mused the Bird Woman.

"I am afraid not.

It should have pipped today.