"'Twould--'twould be an awful pity.

A doctor might know something to prevent it." "Why, I never thought of that!" exclaimed the Angel.
"I noticed you didn't," said Freckles softly.

"I don't know much about it, but it seems as if most girls would." The Angel thought intently, while Freckles still knelt beside her.
Suddenly she gave herself an impatient little shake, lifted her glorious eyes full to his, and the smile that swept her sweet, young face was the loveliest thing that Freckles ever had seen.
"Don't let's bother about it," she proposed, with the faintest hint of a confiding gesture toward him.

"It won't make a scar.

Why, it couldn't, when you have dressed it so nicely." The velvety touch of her warm arm was tingling in Freckles' fingertips.
Dainty lace and fine white ribbon peeped through her torn dress.