And why does Mr.McLean turn all of his valuable business over to hired men and watch you personally?
And why is he hunting excuses every day to spend money on you?
My father says McLean is full Scotch-close with a dollar.
He is a hard-headed business man, Freckles, and he is doing it because he finds you worthy of it.

Worthy of all we all can do and more than we know how to do, dear heart! Freckles, are you listening to me?
Oh! won't you see it?
Won't you believe it ?" "Oh, Angel!" chattered the bewildered Freckles, "are you truly maning it?
Could it be ?" "Of course it could," flashed the Angel, "because it just is!" "But you can't prove it," wailed Freckles.

"It ain't giving me a name, or me honor!" "Freckles," said the Angel sternly, "you are unreasonable! Why, I did prove every word I said! Everything proves it! You look here! If you knew for sure that I could give you a name and your honor, and prove to you that your mother did love you, why, then, would you just go to breathing like perpetual motion and hang on for dear life and get well ?" A bright light shone in Freckles' eyes.
"If I knew that, Angel," he said solemnly, "you couldn't be killing me if you felled the biggest tree in the Limberlost smash on me!" "Then you go right to work," said the Angel, "and before night I'll prove one thing to you: I can show you easily enough how much your mother loved you.

That will be the first step, and then the remainder will all come.

If my father and Mr.McLean are so anxious to spend some money, I'll give them a chance.