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He doesn't even want us himself, 'cause he's got _one_ girl. His girl
is the Moonshine Lady that sent you the doll. Maybe she will come some day
too, and maybe she'll make the Precious Child a new dress."
Peaches clung to Mickey and past him peered at her visitor, and the
visitor smiled his most winning smile. He recognized Leslie's ribbon, and
noted the wondrous beauty of the small white face, now slowly flushing the
faintest pink with excitement. Still clinging she smiled back. Wordless,
Douglas reached over to pick up the doll. Then the right thought came at
last.
"Has the Precious Child been good to-day?" he asked.
Peaches released Mickey, dropping back against her pillows, her smile now
dazzling. "Jus' as _good!_" she said.
"Fine!" said Douglas, straightening the long dress.
"An' that's my slate and lesson," said Peaches.
"Fine!" he said again as if it were the only adjective he knew. Mickey
glanced at him, grinning sympathetically, "She does sort of knock you
out!" he said.
"'Sort' is rather poor.


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