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"The water!" shouted Peaches. "Mickey, you promised----"
"Yes I remember," said Mickey. "I'll see how cold it is and if I think it
won't chill you--yes."
"Oh gee!" chortled Peaches. "'Nother blesses!"
"What does she mean?" asked Peter.
Mickey explained.
"Can't see how it would hurt her a mite," said Peter. "Water is warm, nice
day. It will be good for her."
"All right," said Mickey, "then we'll try it. But how about the plowing
Peter, shouldn't I be helping you?"
"Not to-day," said Peter. "I never allow my work to drive me, so I get
pleasure from life my neighbours miss, and I'll compare bank accounts with
any of them. To-morrow I'll work. To-day I'm entertaining company, or
rather they are entertaining me. I think this is about the best day of my
life. Isn't it great, Ma?"
"It just is! I can't half work, myself!" answered Nancy Harding. "I just
wonder if we could take a little run in the car after supper?"
"What do you think about it, Mickey?" asked Peter.
"Why, I can't see that coming out hurt her any.
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