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“
Angel
,
”
he
panted
.
“
Oh
Angel
!
Did
you
find
them
?
Are
they
white
?
Are
the
little
stitches
there
?
OH
ANGEL
!
DID
ME
MOTHER
LOVE
ME
?
”
The
words
seemed
to
leap
from
his
burning
lips
.
The
Angel
dropped
the
bundle
on
the
bed
and
laid
the
picture
face
down
across
his
knees
.
She
gently
pushed
his
head
to
the
pillow
and
caught
his
arms
in
a
firm
grasp
.
“
Yes
,
dear
heart
,
”
she
said
with
fullest
assurance
.
“
No
little
clothes
were
ever
whiter
.
I
never
in
all
my
life
saw
such
dainty
,
fine
,
little
stitches
;
and
as
for
loving
you
,
no
boy
’
s
mother
ever
loved
him
more
!
”
A
nervous
trembling
seized
Freckles
.
“
Sure
?
Are
you
sure
?
”
he
urged
with
clicking
teeth
.
“
I
know
,
”
said
the
Angel
firmly
.
“
And
Freckles
,
while
you
rest
and
be
glad
,
I
want
to
tell
you
a
story
.
When
you
feel
stronger
we
will
look
at
the
clothes
together
.
They
are
here
.
They
are
all
right
.
But
while
I
was
at
the
Home
getting
them
,
I
heard
of
some
people
that
were
hunting
a
lost
boy
.
I
went
to
see
them
,
and
what
they
told
me
was
all
so
exactly
like
what
might
have
happened
to
you
that
I
must
tell
you
.
Then
you
’
ll
understand
that
things
could
be
very
different
from
what
you
always
have
tortured
yourself
with
thinking
.
Are
you
strong
enough
to
listen
?
May
I
tell
you
?
”
“
Maybe
’
twasn
’
t
me
mother
!
Maybe
someone
else
made
those
little
stitches
!
”
“
Now
,
goosie
,
don
’
t
you
begin
that
,
”
said
the
Angel
,
“
because
I
know
that
it
was
!
”
“
Know
!
”
cried
Freckles
,
his
head
springing
from
the
pillow
.
“
Know
!
How
can
you
know
?
”
