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“
Pickles
are
kind
o
’
cooling
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Duncan
.
Then
Freckles
ran
again
.
The
Angel
was
on
her
knees
,
reaching
for
the
bucket
,
as
he
came
up
.
“
Be
drinking
slow
,
”
he
cautioned
her
.
“
Oh
!
”
she
cried
,
with
a
long
breath
of
satisfaction
.
“
It
’
s
so
good
!
You
are
more
than
kind
to
bring
it
!
”
Freckles
stood
blinking
in
the
dazzling
glory
of
her
smile
until
he
scarcely
could
see
to
lift
the
basket
.
“
Mercy
!
”
she
exclaimed
.
“
I
think
I
had
better
be
naming
you
the
’
Angel
.
’
My
Guardian
Angel
.
”
“
Yis
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
I
look
the
character
every
day
—
but
today
most
emphatic
!
”
“
Angels
don
’
t
go
by
looks
,
”
laughed
the
girl
.
“
Your
father
told
us
you
had
been
scrapping
.
But
he
told
us
why
.
I
’
d
gladly
wear
all
your
cuts
and
bruises
if
I
could
do
anything
that
would
make
my
father
look
as
peacocky
as
yours
did
.
He
strutted
about
proper
.
I
never
saw
anyone
look
prouder
.
”
“
Did
he
say
he
was
proud
of
me
?
”
marveled
Freckles
.
