Ought ye put on your Sabbath-day clothes ?" Freckles shook his head.

He knew what he should do, but there was no use in taking time to try to explain it to Mrs.Duncan while he was so hurried.

He exchanged his wading-boots for shoes, gave her his club, and went spinning toward town.

He knew very well where the Angel lived.
He had seen her home many times, and he passed it again without even raising his eyes from the street, steering straight for her father's place of business.
Carrying the hat, Freckles passed a long line of clerks, and at the door of the private office asked to see the proprietor.

When he had waited a moment, a tall, spare, keen-eyed man faced him, and in brisk, nervous tones asked: "How can I serve you, sir ?" Freckles handed him the package and answered, "By delivering to your daughter this hat, which she was after leaving at me place the other day, when she went away in a hurry.