He stepped into the dining-room. By the time Peter and Junior
came with big buckets of milk, Mickey had the cream separator rinsed and
together, as he had helped Mrs. Harding fix it the day before. With his
first glance Peter inquired: "Where's Ma?"
"She's doing something she's been crazy to for fifteen years," answered
Mickey calmly, as he set the gauge and poured in the first bucket of milk.
"Which ain't answering where she is."
"So 'tain't!" said Mickey, starting the machine. "Well if you'll line up,
I'll show you. Train your peepers down that green subway, and on out to
glory as presented by the Almighty in this particular stretch of country,
and just beyond your cows there you'll see a spot about as big as Bobbie,
and that will be your nice lady heading straight for sunrise. She said
she'd wanted to go for fifteen years, but there always had been churning,
or baking, or something, so this morning, as there wasn't a thing but what
I could do as good as she could, why we made it up that I'd finish her
work and let her see her sunrise, since she seems to be set on it; and
when she gets back she's going to wash and dress Lily for a _change_.
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