Peaches nodded proudly. "To meet Mickey," she triumphed. "I wouldn't for
anybody else _first! The longest piece yet! And it didn't hurt and I
didn't fall!_"
"Good!" shouted Peter. "That's the ticket!"
"You look here Miss Chicken, what do you mean?" cried Mickey wonderingly.
"Oh the Doctor Carrel man you sent for, came," explained Peaches, "and you
wasn't there, but he had your name on the letter you wrote; he showed me,
so I came and let him examination me; but Peter and I been standing alone,
and taking steps when nobody was looking. You've surprised me joyful so
much, it takes one as big as that to pay you back."
Mickey clung to his treasure, while turning to Peter an awed, questioning
face.
"That's it!" said Peter. "She's been on her feet for ten days or such a
matter!"
Mickey appealed to Dr. Carrel. "How about this?" he demanded.
"She's going to walk," said the great man assuringly.
"It's all over? You've performed your miracle?" asked Mickey.
"Yes," said Dr. Carrel. "It's all over, Mickey; but you had the miracle
performed before I saw her, lad.
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