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Chapter XIX
Areyoustrongenoughtolisten?MayItellyou?”
“Maybe’twasn’tmemother!Maybesomeoneelsemadethoselittlestitches!”
“Now,goosie,don’tyoubeginthat,”saidtheAngel,“becauseIknowthatitwas!”
“Know!”criedFreckles,hisheadspringingfromthepillow.“Know!Howcanyouknow?”
TheAngelgentlysoothedhimback.
“Why,becausenobodyelsewouldeversitanddoitthewayitisdone.That’showIknow,”shesaidemphatically.“NowyoulistenwhileItellyouaboutthislostboyandhispeople,whohavehuntedformonthsandcan’tfindhim.”
Freckleslayquietlyunderhertouch,buthedidnothearawordthatshewassayinguntilhisrovingeyesrestedonherface;heimmediatelynoticedaremarkablething.Forthefirsttimeshewastalkingtohimandavoidinghiseyes.ThatwasnotliketheAngelatall.Itwasthedelightofhearingherspeakthatshelookedonesquarelyinthefaceandwithperfectfrankness.Therewerenosideglancesanddown-droopingeyeswhentheAngeltalked;shewasbusinessstraightthrough.InstantlyFreckles’wanderingthoughtsfastenedonherwords.
“—andhewasasour,grumpy,oldman,”shewassaying.“Healwayshadbeenspoiled,becausehewasanonlyson,sohehadatitle,andabigestate.Hewouldhavejusthisway,nomatterabouthissweetlittlewife,orhisboys,oranyone.Sowhenhiseldersonfellinlovewithabeautifulgirlhavingatitle,theverygirlofalltheworldhisfatherwantedhimto,andaddedabigadjoiningestatetohis,why,thatpleasedhimmightily.
