As she worked at setting up her camera, he told her of the birds of the line, while she stared at him, wide-eyed and incredulous.
They arranged that Freckles should drive the carriage into the east entrance in the shade and then take the horse toward the north to a better place he knew.

Then he was to entertain the Angel at his study or on the line until the Bird Woman finished her work and came to them.
"This will take only a little time," she said.

"I know where to set the camera now, and Little Chicken is big enough to be good and too small to run away or to act very ugly, so I will be coming soon to see about those nests.

I have ten plates along, and I surely won't use more than two on him; so perhaps I can get some nests or young birds this morning." Freckles almost flew, for his dream had come true so soon.

He was walking the timber-line and the Angel was following him.