Веснушки
Chapter XVIII
Whoareyou,andwhatdoyouwantwiththem?”
TheAngelstooddazedandspeechless,staringatthematron.
“Therecouldn’thavebeenamistake,”continuedthematron,seeingtheAngel’sdistress.“FreckleswasherewhenItookcharge,tenyearsago.Thesepeoplehaditallprovedthathebelongedtothem.TheyhadhimtracedtowhereheranawayinIllinoislastfall,andtheretheycompletelylosttrackofhim.I’msorryyouseemsodisappointed,butitisallright.Themanishisuncle,andasliketheboyashepossiblycouldbe.Heisalmostkilledtogobackwithouthim.IfyouknowwhereFrecklesis,they’dgivebigmoneytofindout.”
TheAngellaidahandalongeachcheektosteadyherchatteringteeth.
“Whoarethey?”shestammered.“Wherearetheygoing?”
“TheyareIrishfolks,miss,”saidthematron.“TheyhavebeeninChicagoandoverthecountryforthepastthreemonths,huntinghimeverywhere.Theyhavegivenup,andarestartinghometoday.They——”
“Didtheyleaveanaddress?WherecouldIfindthem?”interruptedtheAngel.
“Theyleftacard,andInoticethemorningpaperhastheman’spictureandisfullofthem.They’veadvertisedagreatdealinthecitypapers.It’sawonderyouhaven’tseensomething.”
“Trainsdon’trunright.WenevergetChicagopapers,”saidtheAngel.“Pleasegivemethatcardquickly.Theymayescapeme.Isimplymustcatchthem!”
Thematronhurriedtothesecretaryandcamebackwithacard.
“Theiraddressesarethere,”shesaid.“BothinChicagoandattheirhome.
