The little training you had from that choirmaster
won't account for the wonderful accent and ease with which you sing.
Somewhere in your close blood is a marvelously trained vocalist; we
every one of us believe that, Freckles.
"Why does my father refer to you constantly as being of fine perceptions
and honor? Because you are, Freckles. Why does the Bird Woman leave her
precious work and come here to help look after you? I never heard of her
losing any time over anyone else. It's because she loves you. And why
does Mr. McLean turn all of his valuable business over to hired men and
watch you personally? And why is he hunting excuses every day to spend
money on you? My father says McLean is full Scotch-close with a dollar.
He is a hard-headed business man, Freckles, and he is doing it because
he finds you worthy of it. Worthy of all we all can do and more than we
know how to do, dear heart! Freckles, are you listening to me? Oh! won't
you see it? Won't you believe it?"
"Oh, Angel!" chattered the bewildered Freckles, "are you truly maning
it? Could it be?"
"Of course it could," flashed the Angel, "because it just is!"
"But you can't prove it," wailed Freckles.
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