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The
Angel
crowded
beside
him
and
was
watching
also
.
“
Doesn
’
t
it
look
pretty
?
”
she
whispered
.
“
Do
you
suppose
Heaven
is
any
finer
than
that
?
”
asked
Freckles
.
The
Angel
began
to
laugh
.
“
Do
you
want
to
be
laughing
harder
than
that
?
”
queried
Freckles
.
“
A
laugh
is
always
good
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
A
little
more
avoirdupois
won
’
t
hurt
me
.
Go
ahead
.
”
“
Well
then
,
”
said
Freckles
,
“
it
’
s
only
that
I
feel
all
over
as
if
I
belonged
there
.
I
could
wear
fine
clothes
,
and
move
over
those
floors
,
and
hold
me
own
against
the
best
of
them
.
”
“
But
where
does
my
laugh
come
in
?
”
demanded
the
Angel
,
as
if
she
had
been
defrauded
.
“
And
you
ask
me
where
the
laugh
comes
in
,
looking
me
in
the
face
after
that
,
”
marveled
Freckles
.
“
I
wouldn
’
t
be
so
foolish
as
to
laugh
at
such
a
manifest
truth
as
that
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
Anyone
who
knows
you
even
half
as
well
as
I
do
,
knows
that
you
are
never
guilty
of
a
discourtesy
,
and
you
move
with
twice
the
grace
of
any
man
here
.
Why
shouldn
’
t
you
feel
as
if
you
belonged
where
people
are
graceful
and
courteous
?
”
