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“
Me
mother
,
Angel
!
Me
mother
!
”
he
marveled
hoarsely
.
“
Did
you
say
you
could
be
finding
out
today
if
me
mother
loved
me
?
How
?
Oh
,
Angel
!
Nothing
matters
,
IF
ONLY
ME
MOTHER
DIDN
’
T
DO
IT
!
”
“
Then
you
rest
easy
,
”
said
the
Angel
,
with
large
confidence
.
“
Your
mother
didn
’
t
do
it
!
Mothers
of
sons
such
as
you
don
’
t
do
things
like
that
.
I
’
ll
go
to
work
at
once
and
prove
it
to
you
.
The
first
thing
to
do
is
to
go
to
that
Home
where
you
were
and
get
the
clothes
you
wore
the
night
you
were
left
there
.
I
know
that
they
are
required
to
save
those
things
carefully
.
We
can
find
out
almost
all
there
is
to
know
about
your
mother
from
them
.
Did
you
ever
see
them
?
”
“
Yis
,
”
he
replied
.
“
Freckles
!
Were
they
white
?
”
she
cried
.
“
Maybe
they
were
once
.
They
’
re
all
yellow
with
laying
,
and
brown
with
blood
-
stains
now
”
said
Freckles
,
the
old
note
of
bitterness
creeping
in
.
“
You
can
’
t
be
telling
anything
at
all
by
them
,
Angel
!
”
“
Well
,
but
I
just
can
!
”
said
the
Angel
positively
.
“
I
can
see
from
the
quality
what
kind
of
goods
your
mother
could
afford
to
buy
.
I
can
see
from
the
cut
whether
she
had
good
taste
.
I
can
see
from
the
care
she
took
in
making
them
how
much
she
loved
and
wanted
you
.
”
“
But
how
?
Angel
,
tell
me
how
!
”
implored
Freckles
with
trembling
eagerness
.
“
Why
,
easily
enough
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
I
thought
you
’
d
understand
.
People
that
can
afford
anything
at
all
,
always
buy
white
for
little
new
babies
—
linen
and
lace
,
and
the
very
finest
things
to
be
had
.
There
’
s
a
young
woman
living
near
us
who
cut
up
her
wedding
clothes
to
have
fine
things
for
her
baby
.
Mothers
who
love
and
want
their
babies
don
’
t
buy
little
rough
,
ready
-
made
things
,
and
they
don
’
t
run
up
what
they
make
on
an
old
sewing
machine
.
They
make
fine
seams
,
and
tucks
,
and
put
on
lace
and
trimming
by
hand
.
They
sit
and
stitch
,
and
stitch
—
little
,
even
stitches
,
every
one
just
as
careful
.
Their
eyes
shine
and
their
faces
glow
.
When
they
have
to
quit
to
do
something
else
,
they
look
sorry
,
and
fold
up
their
work
so
particularly
.
There
isn
’
t
much
worth
knowing
about
your
mother
that
those
little
clothes
won
’
t
tell
.
I
can
see
her
putting
the
little
stitches
into
them
and
smiling
with
shining
eyes
over
your
coming
.
Freckles
,
I
’
ll
wager
you
a
dollar
those
little
clothes
of
yours
are
just
alive
with
the
dearest
,
tiny
handmade
stitches
.
”
A
new
light
dawned
in
Freckles
’
eyes
.
A
tinge
of
warm
color
swept
into
his
face
.
Renewed
strength
was
noticeable
in
his
grip
of
her
hands
.
