Won't it be great?"
"Exactly what the plutes are doing," said Mickey. "Gee, Junior, if your Pa
does all the things he said he was going to, you'll be a plute yourself!"
"Never heard him say anything in my life he didn't do," said Junior, "and
didn't you notice that he put _you_ in too? You'll be just as much of a
plute as I will."
"Not on your bromide," said Mickey. "He is _your_ father, and you'll be in
business with him; I'll just be along sometimes, as a friend, maybe."
"I usually take father at just what he says. I guess he means you to stay
in our family, if you like."
"I wonder now!" said Mickey.
"Looks like it to me. Father and mother both like you, and they're daffy
about Peaches."
"It's because she's so little, and so white, and so helpless," Mickey
hastened to explain, "and so awful sweet!"
"Well for what ever it is, it _is_," said Junior, "and I'm just as crazy
about her as the rest. Look out kid! That fellow's coming right at us!"
Junior dashed for the fence, while Mickey lost time in turning to see what
"that fellow" might be; so he faced the ram that had practised on Malcolm
Minturn.
Pages:
581
582
583
584
585
586
587
588
589
590
591
592
593
594
595
596
597
598
599
600
601
602
603
604
605