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The
Angel
gently
soothed
him
back
.
“
Why
,
because
nobody
else
would
ever
sit
and
do
it
the
way
it
is
done
.
That
’
s
how
I
know
,
”
she
said
emphatically
.
“
Now
you
listen
while
I
tell
you
about
this
lost
boy
and
his
people
,
who
have
hunted
for
months
and
can
’
t
find
him
.
”
Freckles
lay
quietly
under
her
touch
,
but
he
did
not
hear
a
word
that
she
was
saying
until
his
roving
eyes
rested
on
her
face
;
he
immediately
noticed
a
remarkable
thing
.
For
the
first
time
she
was
talking
to
him
and
avoiding
his
eyes
.
That
was
not
like
the
Angel
at
all
.
It
was
the
delight
of
hearing
her
speak
that
she
looked
one
squarely
in
the
face
and
with
perfect
frankness
.
There
were
no
side
glances
and
down
-
drooping
eyes
when
the
Angel
talked
;
she
was
business
straight
through
.
Instantly
Freckles
’
wandering
thoughts
fastened
on
her
words
.
“
—
and
he
was
a
sour
,
grumpy
,
old
man
,
”
she
was
saying
.
“
He
always
had
been
spoiled
,
because
he
was
an
only
son
,
so
he
had
a
title
,
and
a
big
estate
.
He
would
have
just
his
way
,
no
matter
about
his
sweet
little
wife
,
or
his
boys
,
or
anyone
.
So
when
his
elder
son
fell
in
love
with
a
beautiful
girl
having
a
title
,
the
very
girl
of
all
the
world
his
father
wanted
him
to
,
and
added
a
big
adjoining
estate
to
his
,
why
,
that
pleased
him
mightily
.
“
Then
he
went
and
ordered
his
younger
son
to
marry
a
poky
kind
of
a
girl
,
that
no
one
liked
,
to
add
another
big
estate
on
the
other
side
,
and
that
was
different
.
That
was
all
the
world
different
,
because
the
elder
son
had
been
in
love
all
his
life
with
the
girl
he
married
,
and
,
oh
,
Freckles
,
it
’
s
no
wonder
,
for
I
saw
her
!
She
’
s
a
beauty
and
she
has
the
sweetest
way
.
“
But
that
poor
younger
son
,
he
had
been
in
love
with
the
village
vicar
’
s
daughter
all
his
life
.
That
’
s
no
wonder
either
,
for
she
was
more
beautiful
yet
.
She
could
sing
as
the
angels
,
but
she
hadn
’
t
a
cent
.
She
loved
him
to
death
,
too
,
if
he
was
bony
and
freckled
and
red
-
haired
—
I
don
’
t
mean
that
!
They
didn
’
t
say
what
color
his
hair
was
,
but
his
father
’
s
must
have
been
the
reddest
ever
,
for
when
he
found
out
about
them
,
and
it
wasn
’
t
anything
so
terrible
,
HE
JUST
CAVED
!
“
The
old
man
went
to
see
the
girl
—
the
pretty
one
with
no
money
,
of
course
—
and
he
hurt
her
feelings
until
she
ran
away
.
She
went
to
London
and
began
studying
music
.
Soon
she
grew
to
be
a
fine
singer
,
so
she
joined
a
company
and
came
to
this
country
.
“
When
the
younger
son
found
that
she
had
left
London
,
he
followed
her
.
When
she
got
here
all
alone
,
and
afraid
,
and
saw
him
coming
to
her
,
why
,
she
was
so
glad
she
up
and
married
him
,
just
like
anybody
else
would
have
done
.
He
didn
’
t
want
her
to
travel
with
the
troupe
,
so
when
they
reached
Chicago
they
thought
that
would
be
a
good
place
,
and
they
stopped
,
while
he
hunted
work
.
It
was
slow
business
,
because
he
never
had
been
taught
to
do
a
useful
thing
,
and
he
didn
’
t
even
know
how
to
hunt
work
,
least
of
all
to
do
it
when
he
found
it
;
so
pretty
soon
things
were
going
wrong
.
But
if
he
couldn
’
t
find
work
,
she
could
always
sing
,
so
she
sang
at
night
,
and
made
little
things
in
the
daytime
.
He
didn
’
t
like
her
to
sing
in
public
,
and
he
wouldn
’
t
allow
her
when
he
could
HELP
himself
;
but
winter
came
,
it
was
very
cold
,
and
fire
was
expensive
.
Rents
went
up
,
and
they
had
to
move
farther
out
to
cheaper
and
cheaper
places
;
and
you
were
coming
—
I
mean
,
the
boy
that
is
lost
was
coming
—
and
they
were
almost
distracted
.
Then
the
man
wrote
and
told
his
father
all
about
it
;
and
his
father
sent
the
letter
back
unopened
with
a
line
telling
him
never
to
write
again
.
When
the
baby
came
,
there
was
very
little
left
to
pawn
for
food
and
a
doctor
,
and
nothing
at
all
for
a
nurse
;
so
an
old
neighbor
woman
went
in
and
took
care
of
the
young
mother
and
the
little
baby
,
because
she
was
so
sorry
for
them
.
By
that
time
they
were
away
in
the
suburbs
on
the
top
floor
of
a
little
wooden
house
,
among
a
lot
of
big
factories
,
and
it
kept
growing
colder
,
with
less
to
eat
.
Then
the
man
grew
desperate
and
he
went
just
to
find
something
to
eat
and
the
woman
was
desperate
,
too
.
She
got
up
,
left
the
old
woman
to
take
care
of
her
baby
,
and
went
into
the
city
to
sing
for
some
money
.
The
woman
became
so
cold
she
put
the
baby
in
bed
and
went
home
.
Then
a
boiler
blew
up
in
a
big
factory
beside
the
little
house
and
set
it
on
fire
.
A
piece
of
iron
was
pitched
across
and
broke
through
the
roof
.
It
came
down
smash
,
and
cut
just
one
little
hand
off
the
poor
baby
.
It
screamed
and
screamed
;
and
the
fire
kept
coming
closer
and
closer
.
