The morning breeze waved the ribbons gracefully, binding one around Freckles' sleeve and the other across his chest, where they caught and clung as if magnetized.
“Yes,” said Sarah Duncan. “It's verra plain and simple, but it juist makes ye feel that it's all of the finest stuff. It's exactly what I'd call a heavenly hat.”
“Sure,” said Freckles, “for it's belonging to an Angel!”
Then he told her about the hat and asked her what he should do with it.
“Take it to her, of course!” said Sarah Duncan. “Like it's the only ane she has and she may need it badly.”
Freckles smiled. He had a clear idea about the hat being the only one the Angel had. However, there was a thing he felt he should do and wanted to do, but he was not sure.
“You think I might be taking it home?” he said.
“Of course ye must,” said Mrs. Duncan. “And without another hour's delay. It's been here two days noo, and she may want it, and be too busy or afraid to come.”
“But how can I take it?” asked Freckles.
“Gang spinning on your wheel. Ye can do it easy in an hour.”