Her room was
bewildering on account of its many, and to the child, magnificent
furnishings. She found herself stretching, twisting and filled with a wild
desire to walk, to see the house, the little girl and the real baby, the
lawn beyond her window, the flower-field, the red berries where they grew,
and the birds and animals from which came the most amazing sounds.
After doing everything for Peaches he could, Mickey went to his breakfast.
Mary Harding and Bobbie were so anxious to see the visitor they could
scarcely eat. Knowing it was no use to try forcing them, their mother
excused them and they ventured as far as the door. There they stopped,
gazing at the little stranger, while she stared back at them; but she was
not frightened, because she knew who they were and that they would be good
to her, else Mickey would not let them come. So when Mary, holding little
brother's hand, came peeping around the door-casing, Peaches withdrew her
attention from exploration of the strip of lawn in her range and
concentrated on them.
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