That ain't
business! I wouldn't have the cheek! What would the Lord _think_ of me? He
wouldn't come in a mile of _doing_ it. I wouldn't come in ten miles of
having the nerve to ask him. I do get up against it 'til my head swims.
And there is _winter_ coming, too!"
The nurse put her arm around Mickey again, and gently propelled him toward
the elevator.
"Mickey," she said softly, her lips nipping his fair hair, "God doesn't
give many of us your clear vision and your big heart. I'd have asked him
that, with never a thought of who would have to be ill to bring Dr. Carrel
here. But I'll tell you. You can pray _this_ with a clean conscience: you
can ask God if the doctor _does_ come, to put it into his heart to hear
you, and to examine Lily. That wouldn't be asking ill for anyone else so
that you might profit by it. And dear laddie, don't worry about _winter_.
This city is still taking care of its taxpayers. You do your best for Lily
all summer, and when winter comes, if you're not fixed for it, I will see
what your share is and you can have it in a stove that will burn warm a
whole day, and lots of coal, _plenty_ of it.
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