"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.
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."