The Angel drew a deep breath and stood gazing first at one side, then at another, then far down the cathedral aisle.

"It's just fairyland!" she cried ecstatically.

Then she turned and stared at Freckles as she had at his handiwork.
"What are you planning to be ?" she asked wonderingly.
"Whatever Mr.McLean wants me to," he replied.
"What do you do most ?" she asked.
"Watch me lines." "I don't mean work!" "Oh, in me spare time I keep me room and study in me books." "Do you work on the room or the books most ?" "On the room only what it takes to keep it up, and the rest of the time on me books." The Angel studied him closely.

"Well, maybe you are going to be a great scholar," she said, "but you don't look it.

Your face isn't right for that, but it's got something big in it--something really great.