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Wherein the Butterflies Go on a Spree and Freckles Informs the Bird Woman
"I wish," said Freckles at breakfast one morning, "that I had some way to be sending a message to the Bird Woman. I've something at the swamp that I'm believing never happened before, and surely she'll be wanting it."
"What now, Freckles?" asked Mrs. Duncan.
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