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The lady stopped short; she lifted Mickey's chin in a firm grip, looking
intently into his face.
"Just by the merest chance, could your name be Mickey?" she asked.
"Sure, lady! Mickey! Michael O'Halloran!"
Her smile became even more attractive.
"I really don't want to be bothered with a paper," she said; "but I do
wish a note delivered. If you'll carry it, I'll pay you the price of half
a dozen papers."
"Gets the slate!" cried Mickey, bouncing like a rubber boy. "Sure I will!
Is it ready, lady?"
"One minute!" she said. She stepped to the inside of the walk, opened her
purse, wrote a line on a card, slipped it in an envelope, addressed it and
handed it to Mickey.
"You can read that?" she asked.
"I've read worse writing than that," he assured her. "You ought to see the
hieroglyphics some of the dimun-studded dames put up!"
Mickey took a last glimpse at the laughing face, then wheeling ran.
Presently he went into a big building, studied the address board, then
entered the elevator and following a corridor reached the number.


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