"She's all right, getting stronger every day."
Peaches spread both hands, looking at them critically, back and palm.
"They are better," she said. "You ought to seen them when they was so
clawy they made Mickey shiver if I touched him; and first time I wanted to
kiss something or go like granny did, he wouldn't let me 'til I cried, an'
then he made me put it on his forehead long time, 'til I got so the bones
didn't scratch him; didn't you Mickey?"
"Well I wish you wouldn't tell everything!"
"Then I won't," said Peaches, "'cause _I'm_ your fam'ly, an' I must do
what _you_ say; an' _you_ are _my_ fam'ly, an' you must do what _I_ say.
Are you a fam'ly?" she questioned Leslie and Douglas.
"We hope to be soon," laughed Leslie.
"Then," said Peaches, "you can look how we're fixing our house so you can
make yours nice as this. Mickey, I want to show that pretty lady in the
auto'bile my Precious Child."
"Sure!" said Mickey. "I'll go tell her. And the man with her is Miss
Leslie's father, just like Peter is ours; you want to show him the Child,
don't you?"
"Maybe!" said Peaches with a tantalizing smirk.
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