Or is this some especial tree that Mr.McLean needs to fill an order right now ?" Freckles hesitated.

Would a man dare lie to save himself?
No.

But to save the Angel--surely that was different.

He opened his lips, but the Angel was capable of saving herself.

She walked among them, exactly as if she had been reared in a lumber camp, and never waited for an answer.
"Why, your specimen case!" she cried.