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On the car he
sat in deep thought, then suddenly sniggered aloud. He had achieved the
next installment of the doggerel to which every night Peaches insisted on
having a new verse added as he entered. He secured his papers, and
glimpsing the headlines started on his beat crying them lustily.
Mickey knew that washing, better air, enough food, and oil rubbing were
improving Peaches. What he did not know was that adding the interest of
her presence to his life, even though it made his work heavier, was
showing on him. He actually seemed bigger, stronger, and his face brighter
and fuller. He swung down the street thrusting his papers right and left,
crossed and went up the other side, watching closely for a customer. It
was ten o'clock and opportunities with the men were almost over. Mickey
turned to scan the street for anything even suggesting a sale. He saw none
and started with his old cry, watching as he went: "I _like_ to sell
papers! _Sometimes_ I sell them! Sometimes I _don't_----!"
Then he saw her.


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