"Mickey-lovest, come here and bend down your
head."
Mickey slipped behind Douglas' chair, knelt on one knee, and leaned to see
what Peaches desired of him. She drew her hankerchief from her waist
ribbon, rubbed it across his forehead, looked at the spot with frowning
intentness, rubbed again, and then dropping the handkerchief, laid a hand
on each side of his head, bent it to her and kissed the spot fervently;
then she looked him in the eyes and said with solicitous but engaging
sweetness: "_Mickey, I do wish you would be more careful what you get on
your face!_"
Mickey drew back thrilled with delight, but extremely embarrassed. "Aw-a-
ah you fool little kid!" he muttered, and could not look at his friends.
Watching, Douglas almost shouted, while the flush deepened on Miss
Winton's cheeks. Peter began talking to help the situation, so all of them
joined in.
"You are making improvements that look very interesting around here," said
Douglas to Mrs. Harding.
"We are doing our level best to evolve a sanitary, modern home for all of
us, and to set an example for our neighbours," she said quietly.
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