4/16 "Here you went last week and led me to think that there was the making of a great singer in you, and now you are singing--do you know how badly you are singing ?" "Yis," said Freckles meekly. "I'm thinking I'm too happy to be singing well today. The music don't come right only when I'm lonesome and sad. It's more than sorry I am to be disappointing you. Play it over, and I'll be beginning again, and this time I'll hold hard." "Well," said the Angel disgustedly, "it seems to me that if I had all the things to be proud of that you have, I'd lift up my head and sing!" "And what is it I've to be proud of, ma'am ?" politely inquired Freckles. |