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"But I won't eat my supper 'til I have it."
"Now don't you get too bossy, Miss Chicken," warned Mickey. "There's a
surprise in this supper like you never had in all your life. I guess you'd
eat it, if you'd see it."
"I wouldn't 'til I had my po'try piece."
In consideration of the poetry piece Mickey desisted. The inference was
too flattering. Between narrowed lids he looked at Lily. "You fool sweet
little kid," he muttered. Then he prepared supper. When he set it on the
table he bent over and taking both hands he said gently:
"_Flowersy-girl of moonbeam white,
Golden head of sunshine bright,
Dancing eyes of sky's own blue,
No other flower in the world like you._"
"Get the slate!" cried Peaches. "Get the slate! Now _that's_ a po'try
piece. That's the best one yet. I'm going to put that right under the
cow!"
"Sure!" said Mickey. "I think that's the best yet myself. You see, you
make them come better every time, 'cause you get so much sweeter every
day."
"Then why did you make the bad one?" she pouted.


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