"But I got to go down a lot of stairs; it's miles and miles," said Mickey,
"and I ain't got but five cents. I spent it all for grub. Peaches, are you
hungry?"
"No!" she said stoutly. "Mickey, hurry!"
"But honest, I can't carry you all that way. I would if I could, Peaches,
honest I would."
"Oh Mickey, dear Mickey, hurry!" she begged.
"Get down and cover up 'til I think," he ordered. "Say you look here! If I
tackle this job do you want a change bad enough to be mean for me?"
"Just a little bit, maybe," said Peaches.
"But I won't hit you," explained Mickey.
"You can if you want to," she said. "I won't cry. Give me a good crack
now, an' see if I do."
"You make me sick at my stummick," said Mickey. "Lord, kid! Snuggle down
'til I see. I'm going to get you there some way."
Mickey went back to the room where he helped deliver the clothes basket.
"How much can you earn the rest of the night?" he asked the woman.
"Mebby ten cents," she said.
"Well, if you will loan me that basket and ten cents, and come with me an
hour, there's that back and just a dollar in it for you, lady," he
offered.
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