"You can't be telling anything at all by them, Angel!"
"Well, but I just can!" said the Angel positively. "I can see from the
quality what kind of goods your mother could afford to buy. I can see
from the cut whether she had good taste. I can see from the care she
took in making them how much she loved and wanted you."
"But how? Angel, tell me how!" implored Freckles with trembling
eagerness.
"Why, easily enough," said the Angel. "I thought you'd understand.
People that can afford anything at all, always buy white for little new
babies--linen and lace, and the very finest things to be had. There's a
young woman living near us who cut up her wedding clothes to have fine
things for her baby. Mothers who love and want their babies don't buy
little rough, ready-made things, and they don't run up what they make on
an old sewing machine. They make fine seams, and tucks, and put on lace
and trimming by hand. They sit and stitch, and stitch--little, even
stitches, every one just as careful. Their eyes shine and their faces
glow.
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