"It ain't giving me a name,
or me honor!"
"Freckles," said the Angel sternly, "you are unreasonable! Why, I did
prove every word I said! Everything proves it! You look here! If you
knew for sure that I could give you a name and your honor, and prove
to you that your mother did love you, why, then, would you just go to
breathing like perpetual motion and hang on for dear life and get well?"
A bright light shone in Freckles' eyes.
"If I knew that, Angel," he said solemnly, "you couldn't be killing me
if you felled the biggest tree in the Limberlost smash on me!"
"Then you go right to work," said the Angel, "and before night I'll
prove one thing to you: I can show you easily enough how much your
mother loved you. That will be the first step, and then the remainder
will all come. If my father and Mr. McLean are so anxious to spend some
money, I'll give them a chance. I don't see why we haven't comprehended
how you felt and so have been at work weeks ago. We've been awfully
selfish. We've all been so comfortable, we never stopped to think what
other people were suffering before our eyes.
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