I never saw anyone look prouder." "Did he say he was proud of me ?" marveled Freckles.
"He didn't need to," answered the Angel.

"He was radiating pride from every pore.

Now, have you brought me your dinner ?" "I had my dinner two hours ago," answered Freckles.
"Honest Injun ?" bantered the Angel.
"Honest! I brought that on purpose for you." "Well, if you knew how hungry I am, you would know how thankful I am, to the dot," said the Angel.
"Then you be eating," cried the happy Freckles.
The Angel sat on a big camera, spread the lunch on the carriage seat, and divided it in halves.

The daintiest parts she could select she carefully put back into the basket.

The remainder she ate.