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Freckles
’
gaze
never
left
McLean
’
s
face
,
and
the
Boss
saw
the
swift
spasm
of
pain
that
swept
his
lonely
,
sensitive
features
.
“
I
haven
’
t
any
name
,
”
he
said
stubbornly
,
“
no
more
than
one
somebody
clapped
on
to
me
when
they
put
me
on
the
Home
books
,
with
not
the
thought
or
care
they
’
d
name
a
house
cat
.
I
’
ve
seen
how
they
enter
those
poor
little
abandoned
devils
often
enough
to
know
.
What
they
called
me
is
no
more
my
name
than
it
is
yours
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
mine
is
,
and
I
never
will
;
but
I
am
going
to
be
your
man
and
do
your
work
,
and
I
’
ll
be
glad
to
answer
to
any
name
you
choose
to
call
me
.
Won
’
t
you
please
be
giving
me
a
name
,
Mr
.
McLean
?
”
The
Boss
wheeled
abruptly
and
began
stacking
his
books
.
What
he
was
thinking
was
probably
what
any
other
gentleman
would
have
thought
in
the
circumstances
.
With
his
eyes
still
downcast
,
and
in
a
voice
harsh
with
huskiness
,
he
spoke
.
“
I
will
tell
you
what
we
will
do
,
my
lad
,
”
he
said
.
“
My
father
was
my
ideal
man
,
and
I
loved
him
better
than
any
other
I
have
ever
known
.
He
went
out
five
years
ago
,
but
that
he
would
have
been
proud
to
leave
you
his
name
I
firmly
believe
.
If
I
give
to
you
the
name
of
my
nearest
kin
and
the
man
I
loved
best
—
will
that
do
?
”
Freckles
’
rigid
attitude
relaxed
suddenly
.
His
head
dropped
,
and
big
tears
splashed
on
the
soiled
calico
shirt
McLean
was
not
surprised
at
the
silence
,
for
he
found
that
talking
came
none
too
easily
just
then
.
“
All
right
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
will
write
it
on
the
roll
—
James
Ross
McLean
.
”
“
Thank
you
mightily
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
That
makes
me
feel
almost
as
if
I
belonged
,
already
.
”
“
You
do
,
”
said
McLean
.
“
Until
someone
armed
with
every
right
comes
to
claim
you
,
you
are
mine
.
Now
,
come
and
take
a
bath
,
have
some
supper
,
and
go
to
bed
.
”
As
Freckles
followed
into
the
lights
and
sounds
of
the
camp
,
his
heart
and
soul
were
singing
for
joy
.
