"
"I know one I'd like very much to try," said Mr. Winton, but Mickey never
appeared so unconscious.
He managed his introductions very well, while again Peaches justified her
appellation by being temptingly sweet and conspicuously acid. When Mickey
reached Peter in his round of making friends acquainted, he slid his arm
through that of the big man and said smilingly: "Nobody is going to mix me
with Peter's son by blood--see what a fine chap Junior is; but Peter and I
fixed up my sonship with the Almighty, whom my Peter didn't deny, when he
took me in, and with the judge of the Multiopolis courts; so even if it
doesn't show on the outside, I belong, don't I?"
Peter threw his left arm around Mickey even as he shook hands with his
right: "You surely do," he said, "by law and by love, to the bottom of all
our hearts."
The visit was a notable success. The buttermilk was cold, the spice cake
was fresh, the apples and peaches were juicy, the improvements highly
commendable. Peter was asked if he would consider a membership in the Golf
Club, the playhouse was discussed, and three hours later a group of warm
friends parted, with the agreement that Mickey was to spend a day of the
latter part of the week fishing on Atwater.
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