Then she turned to
Mickey and shut her mouth; shut it and clapped both hands over it; so that
he saw the very act of strangling a phrase he would have condemned.
"That's a nice lady!" he commented in joy. "Now let me tell you! You got
four of these gorgeous garments, each one made by a different nurse-lady,
while she was resting. Every day you get a clean one, and I wash the one
you wore last, careful and easy not to tear the lacy places. Ain't they
the gladdest rags you ever saw!"
Peaches gasped: "Mickey, I'll bust!"
"Go on and bust then!" conceded Mickey. "Bust if you must; but don't you
dare say no words that ain't for the ladiest of ladies, in that beautiful,
softy, white dress."
Peaches set her lips, stretching her arms widely. She sat straighter than
Mickey ever had seen her, lifting her head higher. Gradually a smile crept
over her face. She was seeing a very pinched, white little girl, with a
shower of yellow curls bound with a pink ribbon tied in a big bow; wearing
a dainty night dress with a fancy yoke run with pink ribbons tied under
her chin and at her elbows.
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