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It'll hurt for days.
Mickey, why did I ever? Oh what made me? Mickey-lovest, please, please put
me back on the nice fine bed, an' do please give me some of that bread."
Mickey lifted her, crooning incoherent things. He wiped her face and
hands, combed her hair, and pushed the table against the bed. He broke
toast in a glass and poured milk over it. Then he cooked the egg and gave
her that, keeping only half the milk and one slice of bread. He made a
sandwich of more bread, and the cheese, put a banana with it, set a cup of
water in reach, and told her that was her lunch; to eat it when the noon
whistles blew. Then he laid all the picture books he had on the back of
the bed, put the money for his papers in his pocket, and locking her in,
ran down Sunrise Alley fast as he could.
He was one hour late. He had missed two regular customers. They must be
made up and more. Light, air, cleanliness, and kindness would increase
Peaches' appetite, which seemed big now for the size of her body. Mickey's
face was very sober when he allowed himself to think of his undertaking.


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