"Take me to her quick!" begged Mickey.
Silently she led the way to her suite in her old home, and opened the
door. Mickey had a glimpse of Mrs. Harding, his Sunshine Nurse, and three
men, one of whom he recognized from reproductions of his features in the
papers. A very white, tired-looking Peaches stretched both hands and
uttered a shrill cry as Mickey appeared in the doorway. His answer was
inarticulate while his arms spread widely. Then Peaches arose, and in a
few shuffling but sustained steps fell on his breast, gripping him with
all her strength.
"Oh darling, you'll kill yourself," wailed Mickey.
He laid her on the davenport and knelt clasping her. Peaches regained
self-control first; she sat up, shamelessly wiping Mickey's eyes and her
own alternately.
"Flowersy-girl, did you hurt yourself awful?"
"I know something I won't tell," chanted Peaches, as she had been doing
for days.
Mickey looked at her, then up at Peter, who had entered and come to them.
"_Did you?_" eagerly asked Peter of the child.
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