"You like the nice lady?" he went on.
"Jus' love the nice lady, an' Mary, an' Bobbie, an' Peter, an' Junior, jus' love all of them!" she affirmed.
"Well I hope I don't bust!" he said. "I never was so glad as I am that everything is good for you."
"They's two things that ain't good."
"Well if things ain't right here, with what everybody's doing for you, they ought to be!" cried Mickey. "You cut complaining right out, Miss Chicken!"
"You forgot to set my lesson, an' I ain't had my po'try piece for two days. That ain't complainin'."
"No 'tain't honey," conceded Mickey regretfully. "No 'tain't! That's just all right. I thought you were going to start kicking, and I wasn't going to stand for it. Course I'll set your lesson; course I'll make up your piece, but you must give me a little time. I was talking with Mr. Chaffner of the Herald, our paper you know, and he's beginning to get in a hurry about his piece, too."
"I want mine first!" demanded Peaches.
"Sure! You'll get it first! Always! But I'm going to do something for you before I make it, 'cause I won't know how it goes 'til afterward. See?"
"What you going to do?" she questioned. "What's all the bundles? My they look excitements!"