"Every single time you can't have your way, 'cause it
ain't good for you. If all these nice folks are so kind to you, you must
think part of the time about what they want, and just now Junior wants
_me_, so you march right along nice and careful with Peter, and pretty
soon I'll come."
Peaches pouted a second, then her face cleared by degrees, until it lifted
to Peter with a smile.
"Peter, will you please to carry me while Mickey does what Junior wants?"
she asked with melting sweetness.
"Sure!" said Peter. "I'm the one to take you anyway, big and strong as an
ox; but that's a pretty way to ask, and acting like a nice lady!"
Peaches radiated pride while Peter returned her to the couch, brought her
a glass of milk and a cracker, pulled the shade, and going out softly
closed the door. In five minutes she was asleep.
An hour before supper time Mickey appeared and without a word began
watching Mrs. Harding. Suddenly her work lightened. When she was ready for
water, the bucket was filled, saving her a trip to the pump.
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