The woman pointed down the avenue with a shaking finger, and
asked: "See that Mickey? Start slow and get all of it. Every time I've
stepped on this back porch for fifteen years, summer or winter, I've seen
that just as it is now or as it was three weeks ago when the world was
blooming, or as it will be in the red and gold of fall, or the later grays
and browns, and when it's ice coated, and the sun comes up, I think
sometimes it will kill me. I've neglected my work to stand staring, many's
the time in summer, and I've taken more than one chill in winter--I've
tried to show Peter, and a few times I've suggested----"
"He ought to have seen for himself that you should have had a window cut
there the first thing," said Mickey.
"Well, he didn't; and he doesn't!" said Mrs. Harding. "But Mickey, for
fifteen years, _there hasn't been a single morning when I went to the back
porch for water_----"
"And you ought to have had water inside, fifteen years ago!" cried Mickey.
"_Why so I had!_" exclaimed Mrs.
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