"Sure!" said Mickey. "I might have been mistaken in what half of that trip was for, but I think not."
"So do I," said Mrs. Harding emphatically. "They were just itching to get their fingers on Peaches; while Bruce and Mr. Winton both were chagrined over our getting you first."
"We feel bad about that too, don't we, Peter?" laughed Mickey.
"Well, I would," said Peter, "if it were the other way around. I didn't mind the young fellow. You'll be with him every day, and he'll soon have boys of his own no doubt; but I feel sorry for Mr. Winton. He looks hungry when he watches you. He could work you into his business fine."
"He's all right, he's a nice man," said Mickey, "but I've lived off the Herald all my life 'til this summer, so when school is over I go straight to Mr. Chaffner."
The Winton car ran to the club house; sitting in a group, the occupants looked at each other rather foolishly.
"Seems to me you were going to bring Peaches right along, if you liked her, Leslie," laughed Douglas.
"The little vixen!" she said flushing.
"Sorry you didn't care for her," he commented.
"It is a pity!" said Leslie. "But I didn't 'miss bringing her along' any farther than Mrs. Minturn missed taking her to the hospital to be examined and treated!"