With his eyes still downcast, and in a voice harsh with huskiness, he spoke.
"I will tell you what we will do, my lad," he said.

"My father was my ideal man, and I loved him better than any other I have ever known.

He went out five years ago, but that he would have been proud to leave you his name I firmly believe.

If I give to you the name of my nearest kin and the man I loved best--will that do ?" Freckles' rigid attitude relaxed suddenly.

His head dropped, and big tears splashed on the soiled calico shirt.