" "Mickey, I ain't goin' to say
prayin's! I just _said_ I was," explained Peaches. "I never said none for
granny, 'cause she only told me to when she was drunk."
"No and you never had a box of ribbons to make you look so sweet, or a
baby to stay with you while I'm gone. If you ain't thankful enough for
them to say your prayers, you shouldn't have them, nor any more, nor
Christmas, nor anything, but just--_just like you was_."
Peaches blinked, gasped, digested the statements, then yielded wholly.
"I guess I'll say them. Mickey when shall I?"
"To-night 'fore you go to sleep," said Mickey.
"Now tell me about the baby," urged Peaches.
"Sure! I _was!_ I _could_ a-got it myself, like I was telling you; but the
ones in the stores have such funny clothes. They look so silly. I knew I
couldn't wash them and of course they'd get dirty like everything does,
and we couldn't _have_ them dirty, so I thought it over, and I said to
Mickey-boy, 'if the Joy Lady is so anxious to get the baby, and sew its
clothes herself, why I'll just let her,' so I did _let_ her, but it took
some time to make them, so I had to wait to bring it 'til tonight.
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