Presently he opened his
door, to be struck by a wave of hot air and to note a flushed little face
and drawn mouth as he went into Peaches' outstretched arms. Then he
delivered the carefully carried clover and the following:
"_I got these from a big, pink field bewildering,
That God made a-purpose for cows and childering.
Her share is being consumed by the cow,
Let's go roll in ours right now._"
"Again!" demanded Peaches.
Mickey repeated slowly.
"How could we?" asked Peaches.
"Easy!" said Mickey.
"'Easy?'" repeated Peaches.
"Just as easy!" reiterated Mickey.
"Did you see it?" demanded Peaches.
"Yes, I saw it to-day," said Mickey. "It's like this: you see some folks
live in houses all built together, and work at selling things to eat, and
wear, and making things, and doing other work that must be done like
doctors, and lawyers, and hospitals; _that's a city_. Then to _feed them_,
other folks live on big pieces of land; the houses are far apart, with
streets between, and beside them the big fields where the wheat grows for
our bread, and our potatoes, and the grass, and the clover like this to
feed the cows.
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