She could see that the night had been one long terror.
For the first time she tried putting herself in Freckles' place.

What would it mean to have no parents, no home, no name?
No name! That was the worst of all.

That was to be lost--indeed--utterly and hopelessly lost.

The Angel lifted her hands to her dazed head and reeled, as she tried to face that proposition.

She dropped on her knees beside the bed, slipped her arm under the pillow, and leaning over Freckles, set her lips on his forehead.