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She rocked gently in her wicker chair, while her voice was
moved to unusual solicitude as she spoke. Peter also had performed a rite
he spoke of as "brushing up" for evening. He believed in the efficacy of
soap and water, so his body, as well as his clothing, was clean. He sat on
the top step leaning against the pillar where the moonlight emphasized his
big frame, accented the strong lines of his face and crowned his thick
hair, as Nancy Harding thought it should be, with glory.
"Peter," she said, "did you notice anything about that boy, this
afternoon, different from other boys?"
"Yes," answered Peter slowly, "I did Nancy. He didn't strike me as being
_one_ boy. He has the best of three or four concealed in his lean person."
"He's had a pretty tough time, I judge," said Nancy.
"Yet you never saw a boy who took your heart like he did, and neither did
I," answered Peter.
Mickey holding his basket and clover flowers was waiting when the car drew
up, and to Bruce's inquiry answered that a lady where he stopped for a
drink had given him something for Lily.


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