Peachy's Pranks "I'm sorry to have to announce it," said Peachy, "but my spirits are fizzing over, and I guess if I don't go just the teeniest weeniest bit on the rampage I'll fly all to pieces and make a scene.

Sometimes I'm tingling down to my toes and I've just _got_ to explode.

Being good is a lonesome job." Peachy was sitting with Irene and Delia on one of the marble seats at the bottom of the lemon pergola.

It was a favorite spot with the girls, for it was sheltered from the prevailing wind and the flowers grew particularly luxuriantly.

Lovely irises were blooming, white narcissus, wallflowers, and beds of Parma violets, and the beautiful delicate blossom of the arbutula drooped from an archway that spanned the path.
Irene, who was used by this time to Peachy's whimsical moods, laid aside the book she was reading and laughed.
"Poor old sport! You've evidently got it badly to-day.