"I wasn't bringing up any question of work," said Mrs. Harding. "I just
didn't want the children to dirty a round of clothing apiece. They may
wade when their things are ready for the wash anyway. Go on Peaches!"
Peter moved down the bank and prepared to lower her to the water, but she
reached her arms for Mickey.
"He promised me," she said. "Back there on his nice bed in the hot room he
promised me this."
"So I did," said Mickey, radiating satisfaction he could not conceal. "So
I did! Now, I'll let you put your feet in, like I said."
"Will the fish bite me?" she questioned timidly.
"Those little things! What if they did?"
Thus encouraged she put her toes in the water, gripping Mickey and waiting
breathlessly to see what happened. Nothing happened, while the warm,
running water felt pleasant, so she dipped lower, and then did her best to
make it splash. It wasn't much of a splash, but it was a satisfying
performance to the parties most interested, and from their eagerness the
watchers understood what it meant to them.
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