Peaches thought of letting go of Mickey to touch
her hat and straighten her skirt, but felt so lost without him, that she
handed Peter the parasol, and used that hand, while the other clung to her
refuge. When Mickey saw the treasure go in his favour, he swallowed lumps
of emotion so big that the Hardings could see them running down his
throat. Peaches intent on the glass smiled, grimaced, tilted her head, and
finally began flirting outrageously with herself, until all of them
laughed and recalled her. She looked at Peter, smiled her most winsome
smile and exclaimed: "Well ain't I the----"
"Now you go easy, Miss Chicken," warned Mickey.
"Mickey, if you hadn't stopped me I'd done it sure!" sobbed Peaches,
collapsing against him. "'F I had, would you a-took these bu'ful things
'way from me?" "No I wouldn't!" said Mickey. "I couldn't to save me. But I
_should!_"
"Mickey, I'm so tired," she said. "Take my hat an' put it where I can see
it, an' my passol, an' my coat; gee, I don't have to be wrapped in sheets
no more, an' lay me down.
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