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Then he sliced bread, put on a toaster, set the milk on the table, broke
an egg in a saucer, and turned the toast. Soon the odours filled the room,
also a pitiful sound. Mickey knew Peaches must have hurt herself sliding
from the bed, although her arms were strong for the remainder of her body.
She had no way to reach his pallet but to roll across the floor. She might
have bruised herself badly. He was amazed, disgusted, yet compassionate.
He went to her and turned back the comfort.
"You must be speaking a little louder, Lily," he said gently. "I wasn't
quite hearing you."
Only muffled sobbing. Mickey dropped the cover.
"I want my breakfast," said a very small voice.
"You mean, 'Mickey, please _get_ my breakfast,' Flowersy-girl," he
corrected gently.
"Oh I hurt myself so!" Peaches wailed. "Oh Mickey, I fell an' broke my
back clear in two. 'Tain't like rollin' off my rags; oh Mickey, it's so
_far_ to the floor, from your bed! Oh Mickey, even another girl's back, or
yours, or a dog's, or anybody's wouldn't fix it now.


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