Freckles lifted the ruby to his lips and handed it to McLean.

“I’ll be signing me cheque and you have it set,” he said.  “I want you to draw me money and pay for it with those very same dollars, sir.”

Again the heart of McLean took hope.

“Freckles, may I ask you something?” he said.

“Why, sure,” said Freckles.  “There’s nothing you would be asking that it wouldn’t be giving me joy to be telling you.”

McLean’s eyes traveled to Freckles’ right arm with which he was moving the jewels.

“Oh, that!” cried Freckles with a laugh.  “You’re wanting to know where all the bitterness is gone?  Well sir, ’twas carried from me soul, heart, and body on the lips of an Angel.  Seems that hurt was necessary in the beginning to make today come true.  The wound had always been raw, but the Angel was healing it.  If she doesn’t care, I don’t.  Me dear new father doesn’t, nor me aunt and uncle, and you never did.  Why should I be fretting all me life about what can’t be helped.  The real truth is, that since what happened to it last week, I’m so everlastingly proud of it I catch meself sticking it out on display a bit.”

Freckles looked the Boss in the eyes and began to laugh.

“Well thank heaven!” said McLean.

“Now it’s me turn,” said Freckles.  “I don’t know as I ought to be asking you, and yet I can’t see a reason good enough to keep me from it.  It’s a thing I’ve had on me mind every hour since I’ve had time to straighten things out a little.  May I be asking you a question?”

McLean reached over and took Freckles’ hand.  His voice was shaken with feeling as he replied:  “Freckles, you almost hurt me.  Will you never learn how much you are to me—­how happy you make me in coming to me with anything, no matter what?”

“Then it’s this,” said Freckles, gripping the hand of McLean strongly.  “If this accident, and all that’s come to me since, had never happened, where was it you had planned to send me to school?  What was it you meant for me to do?”

“Why, Freckles,” answered McLean, “I’m scarcely prepared to state definitely.  My ideas were rather hazy.  I thought we would make a beginning and see which way things went.  I figured on taking you to Grand Rapids first, and putting you in the care of my mother.  I had an idea it would be best to secure a private tutor to coach you for a year or two, until you were ready to enter Ann Arbor or the Chicago University in good shape.  Then I thought we’d finish in this country at Yale or Harvard, and end with Oxford, to get a good, all-round flavor.”

“Is that all?” asked Freckles.

“No; that’s leaving the music out,” said McLean.  “I intended to have your voice tested by some master, and if you really were endowed for a career as a great musician, and had inclinations that way, I wished to have you drop some of the college work and make music your chief study.  Finally, I wanted us to take a trip through Europe and clear around the circle together.”