And by saying to her and the Bird Woman that I'm more thankful than I'll be having words to express for the brave things they was doing for me.

I'm McLean's Limberlost guard, sir." "Why don't you take it yourself ?" questioned the Man of Affairs.
Freckles' clear gray eyes met those of the Angel's father squarely, and he asked: "If you were in my place, would you take it to her yourself ?" "No, I would not," said that gentleman quickly.
"Then why ask why I did not ?" came Freckles' lamb-like query.
"Bless me!" said the Angel's father.

He stared at the package, then at the lifted chin of the boy, and then at the package again, and muttered, "Excuse me!" Freckles bowed.
"It would be favoring me greatly if you would deliver the hat and the message.

Good morning, sir," and he turned away.
"One minute," said the Angel's father.

"Suppose I give you permission to return this hat in person and make your own acknowledgments." Freckles stood one moment thinking intently, and then he lifted those eyes of unswerving truth and asked: "Why should you, sir?
You are kind, indade, to mention it, and it's thanking you I am for your good intintions, but my wanting to go or your being willing to have me ain't proving that your daughter would be wanting me or care to bother with me." The Angel's father looked keenly into the face of this extraordinary young man, for he found it to his liking.
"There's one other thing I meant to say," said Freckles.