"If you don't hurry," said Mickey, "even loving her like you do, and loving you as she does, she's going to have them nervous prostrations like the Swell Dames in Multiopolis get when they ask a fellow to carry a package, and can't remember where they want to send it. She's not there _yet_. She's ahead of them now, for she _wants_ to sit under that apple tree and watch sunup; but if she hadn't got there this morning or soon now, she'd a-begun to get mixed, I could see that plain as the City Hall." "Mickey, what else can you see?" asked Peter. "Enough to make your head swim," said Mickey. "Out with it!" ordered Peter. "Well," said Mickey gravely, and seemingly intent on the separator, but covertly watching Peter, "well, if you'd a-cut that window she's wanted for fifteen years, right over her table there where the line comes, she would a-been seeing that particular bit of glory--you notice Peter, that probably there's nothing niftier on earth than just the little spot she's been pining for; look good yourself, and you'll see, there she's just climbing the hill to the apple tree--look at it carefully, and then step inside and focus on what she's faced instead." "What else does she want?" inquired Peter. "She didn't mention anything but to watch sunup, just once, under that apple tree," said Mickey. "I don't know _what_ she wants; but from one day here, I could tell you things she _should_ have." "Well go ahead and tell," said Peter. "Will you agree not to break my neck 'til I get this cream in the can, and what she keeps strained, and these buckets washed?" asked Mickey. "I want to have her job all done when she gets back, 'cause I promised her, and that's quite a hike she's taking." "Well I was 'riled' for a minute, but I might as well hold myself," said Peter. "Looks like you were right." "Strangers coming in can always see things that folks on the job can't," consoled Mickey. "Well go on and tell me what you've seen here Mickey!" Mickey hoisted the fourth bucket. "Well, I've seen the very nicest lady I ever saw, excepting my mother," said Mickey. "I've seen a man 'bout your size, that I like better than any man I know, barring Mr. Douglas Bruce, and the bar is such a little one it would take a microscope to find it." Peter laughed, which was what Mickey hoped he would do, for he drew a deep breath and went on with greater assurance: "I've seen a place that I thought was a new edition of Heaven, and it is, only it needs a few modern improvements----" "Yes Mickey! The window, and what else?" "You haven't looked at what I told you to about the window yet," said Mickey. "Well since you insist on it, I will," said Peter.