"I don't know as the size of a man would be half so important as his grit and faithfulness, come to think of it.

Sit on that log there and we will talk it over.

What is your name ?" Freckles shook his head at the proffer of a seat, and folding his arms, stood straight as the trees around him.

He grew a shade whiter, but his eyes never faltered.
"Freckles!" he said.
"Good enough for everyday," laughed McLean, "but I scarcely can put 'Freckles' on the company's books.

Tell me your name." "I haven't any name," replied the boy.
"I don't understand," said McLean.
"I was thinking from the voice and the face of you that you wouldn't," said Freckles slowly.