"
"Then we'll go," said Peter.
"Do I have to be all covered?" questioned Peaches.
"Not nearly so much," explained Mickey. "I'll let you see a lot more.
There's a bobolink bird down the street Peter wants to show you."
"'Street!'" jeered Junior. "That's a road!"
"Sure!" said Mickey. "I got a lot to learn. You tell me, will you Junior?"
"Course!" said Junior, suddenly changing from scorn to patronage. "Now
let's take her to the creek!"
"Well that's quite a walk," said Peter. "We're not going there unless I
carry the Little White Butterfly. You want me to take you, don't you?"
Peaches answered instantly.
"Mickey always carries me. He can! And of course I like _him_ the best;
but after him, I like you best Peter, so you may, if he'll let you."
"So that's the way the wind blows!" laughed Peter. "Then Mickey, it's up
to you."
"Why sure!" said Mickey. "Since you are so big, and got a family of your
own, so you understand----"
"What Mickey?" asked Peter.
"Oh how to be easy with little sick people," answered Mickey, "and that a
man's family is _his_ family, and he don't want anybody else butting in!"
"I see!" said Peter, struggling with his facial muscles.
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