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To-day Mr. Bruce didn't play long, so I went walking and
stopped at a house for a drink, and there was the nicest lady; we talked
some and she give me our supper in that pretty basket; and she sent you
the clovers from a big pink field so sweet smelly it would 'most make you
sick; and there are trees through it, and lots of birds sing, and there
are wild roses and fringy white flowers; and it's quiet 'cept the birds,
and the roosters crowing, and the wind comes in little perfumery blows on
you, and such milk!"
"Better 'an our milk?" asked Peaches.
"Their milk is so rich it makes ours look like a poorhouse relation,"
scoffed Mickey.
"Tell me more," demanded Peaches.
"Wait 'til I get the water to wash you, you are so warm."
"Yes, it's getting some hot; but 'tain't nothing like on the rags last
summer. It's like a real lady here."
"A pretty warm lady, just the same," said Mickey.
Then he brought water and leaving the door ajar for the first time, he
soon started a draft; that with the coming of cooler evening lowered the
child's temperature, and made her hungry.


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