Веснушки

Chapter V

           He’ssoproudofyouheisallswelleduplikethetoadinAEsop’sFables.Ifyouhaveeverhadanarmhurtlikethis,andcandoanything,why,forpitysake,doit!”

           Sheturnedbackhersleeve,holdingtowardFrecklesanarmofpalestcameo,shapedsoexquisitelythatnosculptorcouldhavechiseledit.

           Frecklesunlockedhiscase,andtakingoutsomecottoncloth,hetoreitinstrips.Thenhebroughtabucketofthecleanestwaterhecouldfind.Sheyieldedherselftohistouchasababy,andhebathedawaythebloodandbandagedtheugly,raggedwound.Hefinishedhissurgerybylappingthetornsleeveovertheclothandbindingitdownwithapieceoftwine,withtheAngel’shelpabouttheknots.

           Frecklesworkedwithtremblingfingersandafacetensewithearnestness.

           “Isitfeelinganybetter?”heasked.

           “Oh,it’swellnow!”criedtheAngel.“Itdoesn’thurtatall,anymore.”

           “I’mmightyglad,”saidFreckles.“Butyouhadbestgoandbehavingyourdoctorfixitright;theminuteyougethome.”

           “Oh,bother!Alittlescratchlikethat!”jeeredtheAngel.“Mybloodisperfectlypure.Itwillhealinthreedays.”

           “It’scutcrueldeep.Itmightbemakingascar,”falteredFreckles,hiseyesontheground.“’Twould—’twouldbeanawfulpity.Adoctormightknowsomethingtopreventit.”

           “Why,Ineverthoughtofthat!”exclaimedtheAngel.

           “Inoticedyoudidn’t,”saidFrecklessoftly.“Idon’tknowmuchaboutit,butitseemsasifmostgirlswould.”

           TheAngelthoughtintently,whileFrecklesstillkneltbesideher.

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