The Angel dropped the bundle on the bed and laid the picture face down across his knees.
She gently pushed his head to the pillow and caught his arms in a firm grasp.
"Yes, dear heart," she said with fullest assurance.

"No little clothes were ever whiter.

I never in all my life saw such dainty, fine, little stitches; and as for loving you, no boy's mother ever loved him more!" A nervous trembling seized Freckles.
"Sure?
Are you sure ?" he urged with clicking teeth.
"I know," said the Angel firmly.

"And Freckles, while you rest and be glad, I want to tell you a story.

When you feel stronger we will look at the clothes together.