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“
The
old
woman
ran
out
with
the
other
people
and
saw
what
had
happened
.
She
knew
there
wasn
’
t
going
to
be
time
to
wait
for
firemen
or
anything
,
so
she
ran
into
the
building
.
She
could
hear
the
baby
screaming
,
and
she
couldn
’
t
stand
that
;
so
she
worked
her
way
to
it
.
There
it
was
,
all
hurt
and
bleeding
.
Then
she
was
almost
scared
to
death
over
thinking
what
its
mother
would
do
to
her
for
going
away
and
leaving
it
,
so
she
ran
to
a
Home
for
little
friendless
babies
,
that
was
close
,
and
banged
on
the
door
.
Then
she
hid
across
the
street
until
the
baby
was
taken
in
,
and
then
she
ran
back
to
see
if
her
own
house
was
burning
.
The
big
factory
and
the
little
house
and
a
lot
of
others
were
all
gone
.
The
people
there
told
her
that
the
beautiful
lady
came
back
and
ran
into
the
house
to
find
her
baby
.
She
had
just
gone
in
when
her
husband
came
,
and
he
went
in
after
her
,
and
the
house
fell
over
both
of
them
.
”
Freckles
lay
rigidly
,
with
his
eyes
on
the
Angel
’
s
face
,
while
she
talked
rapidly
to
the
ceiling
.
“
Then
the
old
woman
was
sick
about
that
poor
little
baby
.
She
was
afraid
to
tell
them
at
the
Home
,
because
she
knew
she
never
should
have
left
it
,
but
she
wrote
a
letter
and
sent
it
to
where
the
beautiful
woman
,
when
she
was
ill
,
had
said
her
husband
’
s
people
lived
.
She
told
all
about
the
little
baby
that
she
could
remember
:
when
it
was
born
,
how
it
was
named
for
the
man
’
s
elder
brother
,
that
its
hand
had
been
cut
off
in
the
fire
,
and
where
she
had
put
it
to
be
doctored
and
taken
care
of
.
She
told
them
that
its
mother
and
father
were
both
burned
,
and
she
begged
and
implored
them
to
come
after
it
.
“
You
’
d
think
that
would
have
melted
a
heart
of
ice
,
but
that
old
man
hadn
’
t
any
heart
to
melt
,
for
he
got
that
letter
and
read
it
.
He
hid
it
away
among
his
papers
and
never
told
a
soul
.
A
few
months
ago
he
died
.
When
his
elder
son
went
to
settle
his
business
,
he
found
the
letter
almost
the
first
thing
.
He
dropped
everything
,
and
came
,
with
his
wife
,
to
hunt
that
baby
,
because
he
always
had
loved
his
brother
dearly
,
and
wanted
him
back
.
He
had
hunted
for
him
all
he
dared
all
these
years
,
but
when
he
got
here
you
were
gone
—
I
mean
the
baby
was
gone
,
and
I
had
to
tell
you
,
Freckles
,
for
you
see
,
it
might
have
happened
to
you
like
that
just
as
easy
as
to
that
other
lost
boy
.
”
Freckles
reached
up
and
turned
the
Angel
’
s
face
until
he
compelled
her
eyes
to
meet
his
.
“
Angel
,
”
he
asked
quietly
,
“
why
don
’
t
you
look
at
me
when
you
are
telling
about
that
lost
boy
?
”
“
I
—
I
didn
’
t
know
I
wasn
’
t
,
”
faltered
the
Angel
.
“
It
seems
to
me
,
”
said
Freckles
,
his
breath
beginning
to
come
in
sharp
wheezes
,
“
that
you
got
us
rather
mixed
,
and
it
ain
’
t
like
you
to
be
mixing
things
till
one
can
’
t
be
knowing
.
If
they
were
telling
you
so
much
,
did
they
say
which
hand
was
for
being
off
that
lost
boy
?
”
The
Angel
’
s
eyes
escaped
again
.
