“Here we are arrived at once.”
Freckles' finger followed the line, and he read scraps aloud.
“'Common in the South. Sometimes called Jim Crow. Nearest equivalent to C-a-t-h-a-r-t-e-s A-t-r-a-t-a.'”
“How the divil am I ever to learn them corkin' big words by mesel'?”
“'—the Pharaoh's Chickens of European species. Sometimes stray north as far as Virginia and Kentucky——'”
“And sometimes farther,” interpolated Freckles, “'cos I got them right here in Indiana so like these pictures I can just see me big chicken bobbing up to get his ears boxed. Hey?”
“'Light-blue eggs'——”
“Golly! I got to be seeing them!”
“'—big as a common turkey's, but shaped like a hen's, heavily splotched with chocolate——'”
“Caramels, I suppose. And——”