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Mickey stooped for her
caress, scattering the ribbons over her as he arose. She gasped in
delighted amazement.
"Oh! Mickey! Where did you ever? Mickey, where did you get them? Mickey,
you didn't st----?"
"You just better choke on that, Miss!" yelled Mickey. "No I didn't st----!
And I don't st----! And nothing I ever bring you will be st----! And you
needn't ever put no more st's---- at me. See?"
"Mickey, I didn't _mean_ that! Course I know you _wouldn't!_ Course I know
you _couldn't!_ Mickey, that's the best poetry piece yet! Did you bring
the slate?"
"Sure!" said Mickey, somewhat mollified, but still injured. "I must have
dropped it with the banquet!"
Peaches pushed away the billow of colour, taking the slate. Her fingers
picking at the string reminded Mickey of sparrow feet; but he watched
until she untied and removed the paper which he folded to lay away. She
picked up the pencil, meditating.
"Mickey!" she said. "Make my hand do a word!"
"Sure!" said Mickey. "What do you want to write first, Flowersy-girl?"
Peaches looked at him reproachfully.


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