"
Peaches pointed. Mickey watched intently.
"Sure!" he cried. "Little fish with red speckles on them. Shall I catch
you one to see?"
"'Tain't my eyes then?" questioned Peaches.
"Your eyes, Miss?" asked Mickey bewildered.
"'Tain't my eyes seein' things that yours doesn't?"
Mickey took her hand and drew closer.
"Well, it isn't any wonder you almost doubt it, honey," he said. "I would
too, if I hadn't ever seen it before. But I been on the trolley, and on a
few newsboys' excursions, and in the car with Mr. Bruce, and I've got to
walk along the str--roads some, so I know it's real. Let me show you----!"
Mickey slipped down the bank, scooped his hands full of water, and lifted
them, letting it drip through his fingers. Then he made a sweep and
brought up one of the fish, brightly marked as a flower, and gasping in
the air.
"Look quick!" he cried. "See it good! It's used to water and the air
chokes it, just like the water would you if a big fish would take you and
hold your head under; I got to put it back quick.
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