Then he slipped it down a trifle at one corner and spoke:
"Now you cut that out, Miss Chicken, right off!" he said sternly. "I
wouldn't take no tantrums from a dog, so I won't from you. You'll make
your back worse acting like that, than beating would make it, and 'sides,
if you're going to live with me, you must be a lady. No lady says such
words as you used, and neither does no gentleman, 'cause I don't myself.
Now you'll either say, 'Mickey, please get me my breakfast,' and I'll get
you one with a big surprise, or you'll lay here alone and hungry 'til I
come back to-night. And it'll be a whole day, see?"
"'F I wasn't a pore crippled kid, you wouldn't say that to me," she
wailed.
"And if you wasn't 'a poor crippled kid,' you wouldn't say swearin's to
me," said Mickey, "'cause you know I'd lick the stuffin' out of you, and
if you could see yourself, you'd know that you need stuffin' in, more than
you need it out. I'm 'mazed at you! Forget that you ever heard such stuff,
and be a nice lady, won't you? My time's getting short and I got to go, or
the other kids will sell to my paper men, then we'll have no supper.
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