"Just like she says," assured Peter. "We've all got our faults. You'll have to forgive her Mickey."
"Me? Of course!" conceded Mickey. "But what about you? You don't want your nice little children to hear bad words."
"Well," said Peter, "don't make too much of it! It's likely there are no words she can say that my children don't know. Just ignore and forget it! She won't do it often. I'm sure she won't!"
"Are you sure you won't, Miss?" demanded Mickey.
"Sure!" said Peaches, and in an effort to change the subject: "Mickey, is that cow out there yet?"
"No. Junior took her back to the barnyard."
"Mickey, I ain't going to put a cow on my book; but I want to see her again, away off. Mickey, take me where I can see. You said last night you would."
"But the horses are bigger than the cows. You'll get scared again, and with scaring and crying you'll be so bad off your back won't get any better all day, and to-morrow I got to leave you and go to work."
"Then I'll see all the things to-day, an' to-morrow I'll think about them 'til you come back. Please Mickey! If things don't get Bobbie an' Mary, they won't get me!"
"That's a game little girl!" said Mickey. "All right, I'll take you.
But you ought to have——"