"
"I guess you ain't got anything to tell," said Peaches, folding her arms
and tilting her chin so high Mickey feared she might topple backward.
"I guess I have!" shouted Mickey. "_I_ didn't put that there! I didn't
_mean_ it to _be_ there! If I'd a-put it there, and _meant_ it there, and
knowed it would _be_ there, it would a-been about you, of course! Answer
me this, Miss. Any single time did I ever _not_ do anything that I said I
would?"
"Nothing but this," admitted Peaches.
"There you go again!" said Mickey. "I tell you I _didn't_ do _this_, and
when I tell you, I tell true, Miss, get that in your system. If you'd let
me explain how it was, you'd see that I didn't have a single thing to do
with it."
Peaches accomplished a shrug that was wonderful, and gazed at the ceiling,
her lips closed. Mickey watched her a second, then he began softly:
"Flowersy-girl, I don't see what you mean! I don't know why you act like
this! I don't know what's to have a tantrum for, when I didn't _mean_ it
to be there, and didn't _know_ it would be there.
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