Peaches squealed and clapped her hand over her mouth to
muffle the sound; but Mrs. Harding heard and came to the door. Mickey
asked for help.
"Young ladies who are going automobiling and taking walks are well enough
to have dresses, and things that all _good_ girls have," he announced.
"But I'm a little dubious about how these things go. Will you dress her?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Harding. "You fill the water bucket and the wood box, and
start the fire for supper."
Mrs. Harding looked over the contents of the box and from plain soft
pieces of underwear chose a gauze shirt, a dainty combination suit and a
tucked and trimmed petticoat, while Peaches laughed and sobbed for pure
joy. Then Mickey came, and Mrs. Harding went away. After various trials he
decided on a white dress with pink ribbons run in the neck, sleeves, and
belt, slipping it on her and carefully fastening it.
"Mickey, I want the glass!" she begged. "Please, oh please hurry, Mickey."
"Now you just wait, Miss Chicken!" said Mickey.
Then he brushed her hair and put on a new pink ribbon, not so large as
those she had, but much more becoming.
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