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“
What
do
you
do
most
?
”
she
asked
.
“
Watch
me
lines
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
mean
work
!
”
“
Oh
,
in
me
spare
time
I
keep
me
room
and
study
in
me
books
.
”
“
Do
you
work
on
the
room
or
the
books
most
?
”
“
On
the
room
only
what
it
takes
to
keep
it
up
,
and
the
rest
of
the
time
on
me
books
.
”
The
Angel
studied
him
closely
.
“
Well
,
maybe
you
are
going
to
be
a
great
scholar
,
”
she
said
,
“
but
you
don
’
t
look
it
.
Your
face
isn
’
t
right
for
that
,
but
it
’
s
got
something
big
in
it
—
something
really
great
.
I
must
find
out
what
it
is
and
then
you
must
work
on
it
.
Your
father
is
expecting
you
to
do
something
.
One
can
tell
by
the
way
he
talks
.
You
should
begin
right
away
.
You
’
ve
wasted
too
much
time
already
.
”
Poor
Freckles
hung
his
head
.
He
never
had
wasted
an
hour
in
his
life
.
There
never
had
been
one
that
was
his
to
waste
.
The
Angel
,
studying
him
intently
,
read
the
thought
in
his
face
.
“
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
mean
that
!
”
she
cried
,
with
the
frank
dismay
of
sixteen
.
“
Of
course
,
you
’
re
not
lazy
!
No
one
ever
would
think
that
from
your
appearance
.
It
’
s
this
I
mean
:
there
is
something
fine
,
strong
,
and
full
of
power
in
your
face
.
There
is
something
you
are
to
do
in
this
world
,
and
no
matter
how
you
work
at
all
these
other
things
,
or
how
successfully
you
do
them
,
it
is
all
wasted
until
you
find
the
ONE
THING
that
you
can
do
best
.
If
you
hadn
’
t
a
thing
in
the
world
to
keep
you
,
and
could
go
anywhere
you
please
and
do
anything
you
want
,
what
would
you
do
?
”
persisted
the
Angel
.
