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Chapter VI
Ifyouhadn’tathingintheworldtokeepyou,andcouldgoanywhereyoupleaseanddoanythingyouwant,whatwouldyoudo?”persistedtheAngel.
“I’dgotoChicagoandsingintheFirstEpiscopalchoir,”answeredFrecklespromptly.
TheAngeldroppedonaseat—thehatshehadremovedandheldinherfingersrolledtoherfeet.“There!”sheexclaimedvehemently.“YoucanseewhatI’mgoingtobe.Nothing!Absolutelynothing!Youcansing?Ofcourseyoucansing!Itiswrittenalloveryou.”
“Anyonewithhalfwitcouldhaveseenhecouldsing,withouthavingtobetold,”shethought.“It’sintheslendernessofhisfingersandhisquicknervoustouch.Itisinthebrightnessofhishair,thefireofhiseyes,thebreadthofhischest,themusclesofhisthroatandneck;andaboveall,it’sineverytoneofhisvoice,forevenashespeakit’sthesweetestsoundIeverheardfromthethroatofamortal.”
“Willyoudosomethingforme?”sheasked.
“I’lldoanythingintheworldyouwantmeto,”saidFreckleslargely,“andifIcan’tdowhatyouwant,I’llgotoworkatonceandI’lltry’tilIcan.”
“Good!That’sbusiness!”saidtheAngel.“Yougooverthereandstandbeforethathedgeandsingsomething.Justanythingyouthinkoffirst.”
FrecklesfacedtheAngelfromhisbankedwallofbrown,blue,andcrimson,withitsbackgroundofsolidgreen,andliftinghisfacetothesky,hesangthefirstthingthatcameintohismind.
