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Gradually Mrs. Minturn relaxed, made herself
comfortable as possible, then turned to the orchids of the open space. The
colour flushed and faded on her tired face, she nervously rolled the
moccasin stem in her fingers, or looked long at the delicate flower. She
was thinking so intently that Leslie saw she was neither seeing the swamp,
nor hearing the birds.
It was then that a little gray singer straying through the tamaracks sent
a wireless to his mate in the bushes of borderland, in which he wished to
convey to her all there was in his heart about the wonders of spring, the
joy of mating, the love of her, and their nest. He waited a second, then
tucking his tail, swelled his throat, and made sure he had done his best.
At the first measure, Leslie thrust the sheet before Mrs. Minturn,
pointing to the place. Instantly the woman scanned the score, then leaned
forward listening. As the bird flew, Leslie faced Mrs. Minturn with
questioning eyes. She cried softly: "He did it! Perfectly! If I hadn't
heard I never would have believed.


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