Her soft, waving hair clung around her face from the heat, and curled over her shoulders.

It was all of one piece with the gold of the sun that filtered between the branches.

Her eyes were the deepest blue of the iris, her lips the reddest red of the foxfire, while her cheeks were exactly of the same satin as the wild rose petals caressing them.
She was smiling at Freckles in perfect confidence, and she cried: "Oh, I'm so delighted that I've found you!" The wildly leaping heart of Freckles burst from his body and fell in the black swamp-muck at her feet with such a thud that he did not understand how she could avoid hearing.

He really felt that if she looked down she would see.
Incredulous, he quavered: "An'-- an' was you looking for me ?" "I hoped I might find you," said the Angel.

"You see, I didn't do as I was told, and I'm lost.