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"Mickey, lay it in my hand, just a little bit!"
Mickey obeyed while Peaches examined it hurriedly.
"Put it back!" she cried. "I guess that's as long as I'd want to be
choked, while a fish looked at me."
Mickey exchanged the fish for a handful of wet, vividly coloured pebbles,
then brought a bunch of cowslips yellow as gold, and a long willow whip
with leaves on, and when she had examined these, she looked inquiringly at
Mrs. Harding.
"Nicest lady, may I put my feet in your water?"
"How about the temperature of it, Mickey?" inquired Mrs. Harding.
"It's all right," said Mickey. "I've washed her in colder water lots of
times. The Sunshine Lady said I should, to toughen her up."
"Then go ahead," said Mrs. Harding.
"Peter, may I?" asked Peaches.
"Surely!" agreed Peter. "Whole bunch may get in if Ma says so!"
"Well, I don't say so!" exclaimed Mrs. Harding. "The children have their
good clothes on and they always get to romping and dirty themselves and
then it's bigger washings and mine are enough to break my back right now.
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