He smiled faintly, but his wistful face appeared worse for it.

It hurt the Angel to the heart.
"Dear Freckles," she said, "there is a story in your eyes this morning, tell me ?" Freckles drew a long, wavering breath.
"Angel," he begged, "be generous! Be thinking of me a little.

I'm so homesick and worn out, dear Angel, be giving me back me promise.

Let me go ?" "Why Freckles!" faltered the Angel.

"You don't know what you are asking.
'Let you go!' I cannot! I love you better than anyone, Freckles.