She loved the doll. She had been drilled so
often on the thanks she was to tender for it, that with it in her fingers
she thought of nothing else, so her smile as Leslie approached was lovely.
She held out her hand and before Mickey could speak announced: "Jus' as
glad to see you! Thank you ever so much for my Precious Child!"
Nothing more was necessary. Leslie was captivated and would scarcely make
way for Douglas to offer his greeting. Mary ran to call her father, while
the visitors seated themselves to say the customary polite things; but
each of them watched a tiny white-clad creature, with pink ribbons to
match the colour in a flawless little face, rounded to the point of
delicate beauty, overshadowed by a shower of gold curls, having red lips
and lighted by a pair of big, blue-gray eyes with long dark lashes. When
Mrs. Harding saw both visitors look so intently at Peaches, and
intercepted their glance of admiration toward each other, she looked again
herself, and then once more.
Peaches spoke imperiously.
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