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The
Angel
separated
from
a
group
of
laughing
,
sweet
-
faced
girls
and
came
hurrying
to
him
.
She
was
in
snowy
white
—
a
quaint
little
frock
,
with
a
marvel
of
soft
lace
around
her
throat
and
wrists
.
Through
the
sheer
sleeves
of
it
her
beautiful
,
rounded
arms
showed
distinctly
,
and
it
was
cut
just
to
the
base
of
her
perfect
neck
.
On
her
head
was
a
pure
white
creation
of
fancy
braid
,
with
folds
on
folds
of
tulle
,
soft
and
silken
as
cobwebs
,
lining
the
brim
;
while
a
mass
of
white
roses
clustered
against
the
gold
of
her
hair
,
crept
around
the
crown
,
and
fell
in
a
riot
to
her
shoulders
at
the
back
.
There
were
gleams
of
gold
with
settings
of
blue
on
her
fingers
,
and
altogether
she
was
the
daintiest
,
sweetest
sight
he
ever
had
seen
.
Freckles
,
standing
on
the
curb
,
forgot
himself
in
his
cotton
shirt
,
corduroys
,
and
his
belt
to
which
his
wire
-
cutter
and
pliers
were
hanging
,
and
gazed
as
a
man
gazes
when
first
he
sees
the
woman
he
adores
with
all
her
charms
enhanced
by
appropriate
and
beautiful
clothing
.
“
Oh
Freckles
,
”
she
cried
as
she
came
to
him
.
“
I
was
wondering
about
you
the
other
day
.
Do
you
know
I
never
saw
you
in
town
before
.
You
watch
that
old
line
so
closely
!
Why
did
you
come
?
Is
there
any
trouble
?
Are
you
just
starting
to
the
Limberlost
?
”
“
I
came
to
bring
your
hat
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
You
forgot
it
in
the
rush
the
other
day
.
I
have
left
it
with
your
father
,
and
a
message
trying
to
ixpriss
the
gratitude
of
me
for
how
you
and
the
Bird
Woman
were
for
helping
me
out
.
”
The
Angel
nodded
gravely
,
then
Freckles
saw
that
he
had
done
the
proper
thing
in
going
to
her
father
.
His
heart
bounded
until
it
jarred
his
body
,
for
she
was
saying
that
she
scarcely
could
wait
for
the
time
to
come
for
the
next
picture
of
the
Little
Chicken
series
.
“
I
want
to
hear
the
remainder
of
that
song
,
and
I
hadn
’
t
even
begun
seeing
your
room
yet
,
”
she
complained
.
“
As
for
singing
,
if
you
can
sing
like
that
every
day
,
I
never
can
get
enough
of
it
.
I
wonder
if
I
couldn
’
t
bring
my
banjo
and
some
of
the
songs
I
like
best
.
I
’
ll
play
and
you
sing
,
and
we
’
ll
put
the
birds
out
of
commission
.
”
Freckles
stood
on
the
curb
with
drooped
eyes
,
for
he
felt
that
if
he
lifted
them
the
tumult
of
tender
adoration
in
them
would
show
and
frighten
her
.
“
I
was
afraid
your
ixperience
the
other
day
would
scare
you
so
that
you
’
d
never
be
coming
again
,
”
he
found
himself
saying
.
The
Angel
laughed
gaily
.
“
Did
I
seem
scared
?
”
she
questioned
.
“
No
,
”
said
Freckles
,
“
you
did
not
.
”
