"I do' want any other curls on me," announced Little Child, suddenly.
"Just one more, dear," Miggy told her, "and then we're through. Turn her head a little, Peter."
"No," said Little Child. "Now I'm all curly."
And, "Yes, Precious. Be still on Peter's arm just a minute more," said Miggy at the same time.
And, "If you say anything more, I'll kiss you," said Peter, to whom it might concern.
"Kiss me?" said Little Child. "I won't be."
"Somebody's got to be," said Peter, with decision.
"Now, our prayer," ruled Miggy suddenly, and rose. "Come, dear."
Peter looked up in Miggy's face.
"Let her be here," he said. "Let her be here."