The big factory
and the little house and a lot of others were all gone. The people there
told her that the beautiful lady came back and ran into the house to
find her baby. She had just gone in when her husband came, and he went
in after her, and the house fell over both of them."
Freckles lay rigidly, with his eyes on the Angel's face, while she
talked rapidly to the ceiling.
"Then the old woman was sick about that poor little baby. She was afraid
to tell them at the Home, because she knew she never should have left
it, but she wrote a letter and sent it to where the beautiful woman,
when she was ill, had said her husband's people lived. She told all
about the little baby that she could remember: when it was born, how it
was named for the man's elder brother, that its hand had been cut off in
the fire, and where she had put it to be doctored and taken care of. She
told them that its mother and father were both burned, and she begged
and implored them to come after it.
"You'd think that would have melted a heart of ice, but that old man
hadn't any heart to melt, for he got that letter and read it.
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