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“
Freckles
,
”
she
answered
promptly
and
emphatically
.
“
But
he
says
quite
as
positively
that
it
was
you
.
I
don
’
t
understand
.
”
The
Angel
’
s
legal
look
flashed
into
her
face
.
Her
eyes
grew
tense
with
earnestness
.
She
glanced
around
,
and
seeing
no
towel
or
basin
,
held
out
her
hand
for
Sears
to
pour
water
over
them
.
Then
,
using
the
skirt
of
her
dress
to
dry
them
,
she
climbed
on
the
wagon
.
“
I
’
ll
tell
you
,
word
for
word
,
how
it
happened
,
”
she
said
,
“
and
then
you
shall
decide
,
and
Freckles
and
I
will
agree
with
you
.
”
When
she
had
finished
her
version
,
“
Tell
us
,
’
oh
,
most
learned
judge
!
’
”
she
laughingly
quoted
,
“
which
of
us
located
that
tree
?
”
“
Blest
if
I
know
who
located
it
!
”
exclaimed
McLean
.
“
But
I
have
a
fairly
accurate
idea
as
to
who
put
the
blue
ribbon
on
it
.
”
The
Boss
smiled
significantly
at
Freckles
,
who
just
had
come
,
for
they
had
planned
that
they
would
instruct
the
company
to
reserve
enough
of
the
veneer
from
that
very
tree
to
make
the
most
beautiful
dressing
table
they
could
design
for
the
Angel
’
s
share
of
the
discovery
.
“
What
will
you
have
for
yours
?
”
McLean
had
asked
of
Freckles
.
“
If
it
’
s
all
the
same
to
you
,
I
’
ll
be
taking
mine
out
in
music
lessons
—
begging
your
pardon
—
voice
culture
,
”
said
Freckles
with
a
grimace
.
