I can see her putting the little stitches into them and smiling with shining eyes over your coming.

Freckles, I'll wager you a dollar those little clothes of yours are just alive with the dearest, tiny handmade stitches." A new light dawned in Freckles' eyes.

A tinge of warm color swept into his face.

Renewed strength was noticeable in his grip of her hands.
"Oh Angel! Will you go now?
Will you be hurrying ?" he cried.
"Right away," said the Angel.

"I won't stop for a thing, and I'll hurry with all my might." She smoothed his pillow, straightened the cover, gave him one steady look in the eyes, and went quietly from the room.
Outside the door, McLean and the surgeon anxiously awaited her.