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“
Then
take
them
off
,
”
said
the
Angel
,
“
and
do
hurry
!
Can
’
t
you
see
that
I
am
almost
crazy
to
know
if
this
tree
is
a
marked
one
?
”
When
they
pushed
the
sapling
over
,
a
piece
of
bark
as
big
as
the
crown
of
Freckles
’
hat
fell
away
.
“
I
believe
it
looks
kind
of
nubby
,
”
encouraged
the
Angel
,
backing
away
,
with
her
face
all
screwed
into
a
twist
in
an
effort
to
intensify
her
vision
.
Freckles
reached
the
opening
,
then
slid
rapidly
to
the
ground
.
He
was
almost
breathless
while
his
eyes
were
flashing
.
“
The
bark
’
s
been
cut
clean
with
a
knife
,
the
sap
scraped
away
,
and
a
big
chip
taken
out
deep
.
The
trunk
is
the
twistiest
thing
you
ever
saw
.
It
’
s
full
of
eyes
as
a
bird
is
of
feathers
!
”
The
Angel
was
dancing
and
shaking
his
hand
.
“
Oh
,
Freckles
,
”
she
cried
,
“
I
’
m
so
delighted
that
you
found
it
!
”
“
But
I
didn
’
t
,
”
said
the
astonished
Freckles
.
“
That
tree
isn
’
t
my
find
;
it
’
s
yours
.
I
forgot
it
and
was
going
on
;
you
wouldn
’
t
give
up
,
and
kept
talking
about
it
,
and
turned
back
.
You
found
it
!
”
“
You
’
d
best
be
looking
after
your
reputation
for
truth
and
veracity
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
You
know
you
saw
that
sapling
first
!
”
“
Yes
,
after
you
took
me
back
and
set
me
looking
for
it
,
”
scoffed
Freckles
.
