Noon
When he gets to toddling down that log to meet me , wo n't he be a circus ? Wonder if he 'll be as graceful a performer afoot as his father and mother ? '' The heat became more insistent . Noon came ; Freckles ate his dinner and settled for an hour or two on a bench with a book . Wherein an Angel Materializes and a Man Worships Perhaps there was a breath of sound -- Freckles never afterward could remember -- but for some reason he lifted his head as the bushes parted and the face of an angel looked between . Saints , nymphs , and fairies had floated down his cathedral aisle for him many times , with forms and voices of exquisite beauty . Parting the wild roses at the entrance was beauty of which Freckles never had dreamed .