Wherein Freckles Finds His Birthright and the Angel Loses Her Heart The nurse left the room quietly, as the Angel entered, carrying the bundle and picture.

When they were alone, she turned to Freckles and saw that the crisis was indeed at hand.
That she had good word to give him was his salvation, for despite the heavy plaster jacket that held his body immovable, his head was lifted from the pillow.

Both arms reached for her.

His lips and cheeks flamed, while his eyes flashed with excitement.
"Angel," he panted.

"Oh Angel! Did you find them?
Are they white?
Are the little stitches there?
OH ANGEL! DID ME MOTHER LOVE ME ?" The words seemed to leap from his burning lips.