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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Michael O'Halloran"

Amen--
hard!"
When Peaches opened her eyes she found Mickey watching her, a commingling
of surprise and delight on his face. Then he bent over and laid his cheek
against hers.
"You fool little kid," he whispered tenderly. "You precious fool little
flowersy-kid! You make a fellow love you 'til he nearly busts inside. Kiss
me good-night, Lily."
He slipped the ribbon from her hair, straightened the sheets, arranged as
the nurse had taught him, laid the doll as Peaches desired, and then
screened by the foot of the bed, undressed and stretched himself on the
floor. The same moon that peeped in the window to smile her broadest at
Peaches and her Precious Child, and touched Mickey's face to wondrous
beauty, at that hour also sent shining bars of light across the veranda
where Leslie sat and told Douglas Bruce about the trip to the swamp.
"I never knew I could be so happy over anything in all this world that
didn't include you and Daddy. But of course this does in a way; you, at
least. Much as you think of, and are with, Mr.


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