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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Michael O'Halloran"


"Calm down now!" he ordered. "I've decided to do it. We got to hump
ourselves. This is our _chance_. Why there's milk, and butter, and eggs,
and things to eat there like you never tasted, and to have a cool breeze,
and to lie on the grass----"
"Oh Mickey, could I?" cried Peaches.
"Sure silly! Why not?" said Mickey. "There's big fields of it, and the
cows don't need it all. You can lie on the grass, or the clover, and hear
the birds, and play with the children. I'll take a day and get things
started right before I leave you to come to work, like I'll have to. When
I come at night, I'll carry your outdoors; why I'll take you down to the
water and you can kick your feet in it, where it's nice and warm; all the
time you can have as many flowers as your hands will hold; and such bird
singing, why Lily Peaches O'Halloran, there are birds as red as blood, yes
ma'am, and yellow as orange peel and light blue like this ribbon and dark
blue like that--hold still 'til I fix you--and such singing!"
"Mickey, would you hold me?" wavered Peaches.


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