"You wanted to lift Mickey to
your level, and with the inherent fineness in him, have him feel eternal
love and gratitude toward you?"
"That sounds different, but it is the real truth."
"And Mickey doesn't care to be brother to kings, he doesn't perceive the
throne even; he wants you to understand at the start that you will _take_,
as well as _give_. Refusing pay for tidying your office was his first
inning. That 'Me to you!' was great. I can see the accompanying gesture.
It was the same one he used in demolishing my doll. Something vital and
inborn. Something loneliness, work, the crowd, and raw life have taught
Mickey, that we don't know. Learn all you can from him. I've had one good
lesson, I'm receptive and ready for the next. Let's call the car and drive
an hour."
"That will be pleasant," agreed Douglas.
"Anywhere in the suburbs to avoid the crowds," was Leslie's order to her
driver.
Slowly, under traffic regulations, the car ran through the pleasant spring
night; the occupants talking without caring where they were so long as
they were together, in motion, and it was May.
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