He laid a soft warm little gray
sweater with white collar and cuffs in reach, and in turning it she
discovered a handkerchief and a pair of gloves in one pocket. Immediately
she searched the other and produced a purse with five pennies in it. Then
for no reason at all, Peaches began to cry.
"Well Miss Chicken!" exclaimed Mickey in surprise, "I thought you'd be
pleased!"
"Pleased!" sobbed Peaches. "Pleased! Mickey, I'm dam--I'm busted!"
"Oh well then, go on and cry, if you want to," agreed Mickey. "But you'd
look much nicer to show Mrs. Harding and Peter if you wouldn't!"
Peaches immediately wiped her eyes. Mickey lifted and carried her back to
the porch, placing her in a pillow-piled big chair. Then he put the gloves
on her hands, set a hat on her head and tied the pink ribbons. Peaches
both laughed and cried at that, while the Harding family came in because
they could not wait. Mickey raised and put in Peaches' shaking fingers the
crowning glory of any small girl: a wonderful little pink parasol.
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