When she
lifted the dishpan and started toward the back door, Mickey met her with
the potato basket. When she glanced questioningly at the stove, he put in
more wood. He went to the dining-room and set the table exactly as it had
been for dinner. He made the trip to the cellar with her and brought up
bread and milk, while she carried butter and preserves. As she told Peter
that night, no strange woman ever had helped her as quickly and
understandingly.
With dishwashing he was on hand, for he knew that Peaches' fate hung on
how much additional work was made for Mrs. Harding. That surprised woman
found herself seated in a cool place on the back porch preparing things
for breakfast, while Mickey washed the dishes, and Mary carried them.
Peaches was moved to the couch in the dining-room where she could look on.
Then wrapped in Bobbie's blanket and held closely in Mickey's arms, the
child lay quivering with delight while the big car made the trip to the
club house, and stopped under the trees to show Peaches where Mr.
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