You need not hesitate a minute about that.

I shall be glad to tell them what you wish.

Thank you very much, and good day, sir." There was no way in which Freckles could know it, but by following his best instincts and being what he conceived a gentleman should be, he surprised the Man of Affairs into thinking of him and seeing his face over his books many times that morning; whereas, if he had gone to the Angel as he had longed to do, her father never would have given him a second thought.
On the street he drew a deep breath.

How had he acquitted himself?
He only knew that he had lived up to his best impulse, and that is all anyone can do.

He glanced over his wheel to see that it was all right, and just as he stepped to the curb to mount he heard a voice that thrilled him through and through: "Freckles! Oh Freckles!" The Angel separated from a group of laughing, sweet-faced girls and came hurrying to him.