His heart bounded until it jarred his body, for she was saying that she scarcely could wait for the time to come for the next picture of the Little Chicken series.

"I want to hear the remainder of that song, and I hadn't even begun seeing your room yet," she complained.

"As for singing, if you can sing like that every day, I never can get enough of it.

I wonder if I couldn't bring my banjo and some of the songs I like best.

I'll play and you sing, and we'll put the birds out of commission." Freckles stood on the curb with drooped eyes, for he felt that if he lifted them the tumult of tender adoration in them would show and frighten her.
"I was afraid your ixperience the other day would scare you so that you'd never be coming again," he found himself saying.
The Angel laughed gaily.
"Did I seem scared ?" she questioned.
"No," said Freckles, "you did not." "Oh, I just enjoyed that," she cried.