"Mickey, why don't you go on and read what it says about me?" she
demanded.
Mickey saw plainly what must be done. He gazed at her and suddenly, for
the first time, a wave of something new and undefined rushed through him.
This exquisitely delicate and beautiful little Highness, sitting so
proudly straight, and so uncompromisingly demanding that he redeem his
promises, made a double appeal to Mickey. Her Highness scared him until he
was cold inside. He was afraid, and he knew it. He wanted to run, and he
knew it; yet no band of steel could have held him as this bit of white
femininity, beginning to glow a soft pink from slowly enriching blood, now
held and forever would hold him, and best of all he knew that. It was in
his heart to be a gentleman; there was nothing left save to be one now. He
took both Peaches' hands, and began preparing her gently as was in his
power for what had to come.
"Yes, Flowersy-girl," he said, "I'll read it to you, but you won't
understand 'til I tell you----"
"I always understand," she said sweepingly.
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