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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.
