"I'll talk with Mrs. Harding and see how she
thinks I best go at it. Lily, you won't ever, ever forget that particular
nix, will you?"
"Not ever," she promised, and lifted her lips to seal the pact with a kiss
that meant more to Mickey than all that had preceded it.
"Just how do you feel, anyway, Flowersy-girl?"
"Fine!" said Peaches. "I can tell by how it is right now, that it isn't
going to get all smothery an' sweatin's here; whoohoo it's so good,
Mickey!"
Mickey bent over her holding both hands and whispered: "Then just you keep
right before your eyes where you came from, Miss, and what you must go
_back_ to, if you don't behave. You will be a good girl, won't you?"
"Honest, Mickey-lovest, jus' as good."
"Well how goes it with the Little White Butterfly?" asked Peter at the
door.
Mickey looked at Peaches to slightly nod encouragement, then he slipped
from the room. She gave Peter a smile of wonderment and answered readily:
"Grand as queen-lady. You're jus' so nice and fine."
Now Peter hadn't known it, but all his life he had been big; handled rough
tools, tasks, implements and animals; while his body grew sinewy and hard,
to cope with his task, his heart demanded more refined things; so if
Peaches had known the most musical languages on earth, she could not have
used words to Peter that would have served her better.
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