"Well since you insist on it, I will," said Peter.
"And while you are in there," suggested Mickey, "after you finish with
that strip of brown oilcloth and the pans and skillets adorning it, cotton
up to that cook stove, and imagine standing over it while it is roaring,
to get three meals a day, and all the baking, fruit canning, boiling
clothes, and such, and tell me if Lily's bed was in so much hotter a place
than your wife is, all but about three hours each day."
Mickey listened as intently as he could for the separator he dared not
stop, heard not a sound for what seemed a long time, and then came amazing
ones. He grinned sympathetically as Peter emerged red faced and raging.
"And you're about the finest man I ever met, too," commented Mickey, still
busy with the cream. "You can see what a comfort this separator must be,
but it's the _only_ thing your nice lady has got, against so many for your
work it takes quite a large building to keep them in. Junior was showing
me last night and telling me what all those machines were made for.
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