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Show hk chance. I was surprised when he spoke to me first. "Are you eating in the trail cafeterias?" he asked. I said yes. "They serve horsemeat," he said, "just like Mrs. Pullen said. I said he would really have something to complain about if he tasted my beans. He laughed. Their supplies had been sent with the Chilkoots, as I had thought, but he said his mother, the one called Violet, had bought a frying pan and some foodstuff at a trail-side stand. And tonight she was going to cook pancakes for all of them. Talking about food made me hungry so I said I must be on my way. "See you in Dawson City," the girls called. "Come and see us. The Flower Girls." "I will," I promised. "If you sleep in any of the roadhouses along the trail," the boy called, "watch out for portraits with moving eyes." "I'll do that," I called. As I walked away the Flower Girls began harmonizing. And their song changed that dark gloomy gorge to a bright spring meadow, fragrant with blossoms: |