'Yes ma'am,' is the answer. Now you remember! I'll
just bring in the lady first."
"I want to see Peter first!" announced Peaches.
"Well if I ever!" cried Mickey. "Peter is a great big man, 'bout twice as
big as Mr. Bruce. You don't either! You want to see the nice lady first,
'cause it's up to _her_ to say if she'll take care of you. She may get mad
and not let you go at all, if you ask to see Peter _first_. You want to
see the nice lady first, don't you Lily?"
"Yes, if I got to, to see the cow. But I don't!" said Lily. "I want to see
Peter. I like Peter the _best_."
"Now you look here Miss Chicken, don't you start a tantrum!" cried Mickey.
"If you don't see this nice lady first and be pretty to her, I'll just go
down and tell them you _like_ lying here roasting, and they can go back to
their flower-fields and berries. See?"
Peaches drew a deep breath but her eyes were wilful. A wave of heat seemed
to envelop them.
"Sweat it out right now!" ordered Mickey. "When people do things for you
'cause they are sorry for you, it's up to you to be polite, to pay back
with manners at least.
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