They saw it at the same time.
"Someone has been making a flagpole," said the Angel, running the toe of her shoe around the stump, evidently made that season.

"Freckles, what would anyone cut a tree as small as that for ?" "I don't know," said Freckles.
"Well, but I want to know!" said the Angel.

"No one came away here and cut it for fun.

They've taken it away.

Let's go back and see if we can see it anywhere around there." She turned, retraced her footsteps, and began eagerly searching.
Freckles did the same.
"There it is!" he exclaimed at last, "leaning against the trunk of that big maple." "Yes, and leaning there has killed a patch of dried bark," said the Angel.