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"Course there wouldn't be but _one_ I'd want to do first of all," she
said. "Hold my hand tight, and big and plain up at the top make it write,
'Mickey-lovest.'"
"Sure," said the boy in a hushed voice. He gripped the hand, bending above
her, but suddenly collapsed, buried his face in her hair and sobbed until
he shook.
Peaches crouched down, lying rigidly. She was badly frightened. At last
she could endure it no longer.
"Mickey!" she gasped. "Mickey, what did I do? Mickey, don't write it if
you don't _want_ to!"
Mickey arose, wiping his face on the sheet.
"You just bet I want to write that, Lily!" he said. "I never wanted to do
anything _more_ in all my life!"
"Then why----?" she began.
"Never you mind 'why' Miss!" said Mickey.
Grasping her hand, he traced the words. Peaches looked at them a long
time, then carefully laid the slate aside. She began fingering the
ribbons.
"Let me wash you," said Mickey, "and rub your back to rest you from all
this day, then I'll comb your hair and you pick the prettiest one.


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