We've most
rubbed them off her with fine sand, and then stuck them in cold water, and
then sanded them again, and they're not the same feet--that's a cinch!"
"Is that the sum of the Harding improvements?" asked Douglas, drawing fine
lines on a sheet of figures before him.
"Well it's a fair showing," said Mickey. "We ain't got the new rugs, and
the music box, and the books; or the old furniture rubbed and oiled yet.
When the house is finished, Peter expressly specified that his lady was to
get her clothes so she could go to the club house, and not be picked for a
country woman by what she _wore_."
"Mickey, this is so interesting it has given my head quite a rest. Maybe
now I can see my way clearly. But one thing more: how long are you
planning to stay there? You talk as if----"
"'Stay there?'" said Mickey. "Didn't you hear me say there was a horse and
saddle and a room for me, and a room for Lily? 'Stay there!' Why for ever
and ever more! That's _home!_ When I got into trouble and called on Peter
to throw a lifeline, he did it up browner than his job for Ma.
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