Since he had written Dr. Carrel, Mickey had rubbed in desperation,
not only nights but mornings also, lest he had asked help before he was
ready for it; for the Sunshine Lady had said explicitly that the sick back
could not be operated until the child was stronger. He was working
according to instructions.
Mickey watched. Any one could have seen the delicate flush on Peaches'
cheek that morning, the hint of red on her lips, the clearing whites of
her lovely eyes. She was helping Bobbie as Mickey had taught her. And
Bobbie approved mightily. He lifted his face, put up his arms and issued
his command: "Take Bobbie!"
"No! No, Bobbie," cautioned Mary. "Mother said no! You must stay on the
floor! Sister will take you. You mustn't touch Peaches 'til God makes her
well. You asked Him last night, don't you know? Mother will spank
something awful if you touch her. You must be careful 'til her back is
well, mother said so, and father too; father said it crosser than mother,
don't you remember?"
"Mustn't touch!" repeated Bobbie, drawing back.
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