I guess
you better pray something you _do_ understand. Let me think again. Now try
this: Keep me through the starry night----"
"Sure! I just love that," crooned Peaches.
"Wake me safe with sunrise bright," prompted Mickey, and the child
smilingly repeated the words. "Now comes some 'Blesses,'" said Mickey. "I
don't know just how to manage them. You haven't a father to bless, and
your mother got what was coming to her long ago; blessing her now wouldn't
help any if it wasn't pleasant; same with your granny, only more recent.
I'll tell you! Now I know! 'Bless the Sunshine Lady for all the things to
make me comfortable, and bless the Moonshine Lady for the ribbons and the
doll.'"
"Aw!" cried Peaches, staring up at him in rebellion.
"Now you go on, Miss Chicken," ordered Mickey, losing patience, "and then
you end with 'Amen,' which means, 'So be it,' or 'Make it happen that
way,' or something like that. Go to it now!"
Peaches shut her eyes, refolded her hands and lifted her chin. After a
long pause Mickey was on the point of breaking, she said sweetly: "Bless
Mickey-lovest, an' bless him, an' bless him million times; an' bless him
for the bed, an' the window, an' bless him for finding the Nurse Lady, an'
bringing the ribbons, an' the doll, an' bless him for the slate, an' the
teachin's, an' bless him for everything I just love, an' love.
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