Put what is
left you of that right arm to the best uses you can in this world, and
never again mention or feel that it is defective so long as you live.
Good day, sir!"
"One minute more," said Freckles. "Yesterday the Angel was telling me
that there was money coming to me from two sources. She said that me
grandmother had left me father all of her fortune and her house, because
she knew that his father would be cutting him off, and also that me
uncle had set aside for me what would be me father's interest in his
father's estate.
"Whatever the sum is that me grandmother left me father, because she
loved him and wanted him to be having it, that I'll be taking. 'Twas
hers from her father, and she had the right to be giving it as she
chose. Anything from the man that knowingly left me father and me mother
to go cold and hungry, and into the fire in misery, when just a little
would have made life so beautiful to them, and saved me this crippled
body--money that he willed from me when he knew I was living, of his
blood and on charity among strangers, I don't touch, not if I freeze,
starve, and burn too! If there ain't enough besides that, and I can't be
earning enough to fix things for the Angel----"
"We are not discussing money!" burst in the Man of Affairs.
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