The Angel fell fast asleep long before they had finished, and lay deeply unconscious, while the fight for Freckles' life was being waged.
Three days later she was the same Angel as of old, except that Freckles was constantly in her thoughts.

The anxiety and responsibility that she felt for his condition had bred in her a touch of womanliness and authority that was new.

That morning she arose early and hovered near Freckles' door.

She had been allowed to remain with him constantly, for the nurses and surgeons had learned, with his returning consciousness, that for her alone would the active, highly strung, pain-racked sufferer be quiet and obey orders.

When she was dropping from loss of sleep, the threat that she would fall ill had to be used to send her to bed.