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Rh person. She never does what every one expects she will. She may not come, and I didn't want you to be disappointed. "How did I make you?" asked the Angel. "Loving Alice. It made me realize that if you cared for your girl like that, with Mr. O'More and three other children, possibly my mother, with no one, might like to see me. I know good and plenty I want to see her, and you had told me to so often, I just sent for her. Oh, I do hope she comes! I want her to see this lovely place." "I have been wondering what you thought of Mackinac," said Freckles. "Oh, it is a perfect picture, all of it! I should like to hang it on the wall, so I could see it whenever I wanted to; but it isn't real, of course; it's nothing but a picture." "These people won't agree with you," smiled Freckles. "That isn't necessary," retorted Elnora. "They know this, and they love it; but you and I are acquainted with something different. The Limberlost is life. Here it is a carefully kept park. You motor, sail, and golf, all so secure and fine. But what I like is the excitement of choosing a path carefully, in the fear that the quagmire may reach out and suck me down; to go into the swamp naked-handed and wrest from it treasures that bring me books and clothing, and I like enough of a fight for things that I always remember how I get them. I even enjoy seeing a canny old vulture eying me as if it were saying, 'Ware the sting of the rattler, lest I pick your bones as I did old Limber's.' I like sufficient danger to put an