"Why don't
you sit up on the shelf in a nice pretty silk dress and be a book lady? I
wouldn't be in the papers at all, if I were you."
"No, an' I won't, either!" cried Peaches instantly. "Take the old paper
an' put what you please in it. I shall have all about _me_ in the nice
silky covered book on the shelf; so there, you needn't try to make me do
anything else, 'cause I shan't ever!"
"Course you shan't!" agreed Mickey.
He went back to the dinner table to find the family finished and gone. He
carried what had been left for him to the back porch, and eating hastily
began helping to get things in place. As always he went to Mrs. Harding
for orders. She was a little woman, so very like his mother in size,
colouring, speech, and manner, that Mickey could almost forget she was not
truly his, when every hour she made him feel her motherly kindness; so
from early habit it was natural with him to seek her first, and do what he
could to assist her before he attempted anything else. All the help Peter
had from him came when he found no more to do for Mrs.
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