He would carry all his books to the swamp to show to her.

He would complete his flower bed, arrange every detail he had planned for his room, and make of it a bower fairies might envy.

He must devise a way to keep water cool.

He would ask Mrs.
Duncan for a double lunch and an especially nice one the day of her next coming, so that if the Bird Woman happened to be late, the Angel might not suffer from thirst and hunger.

He would tell her to bring heavy leather leggings, so that he might take her on a trip around the trail.
She should make friends with all of his chickens and see their nests.
On the line he talked of her incessantly.
"You needn't be thinking," he said to the goldfinch, "that because I'm coming down this line alone day after day, it's always to be so.