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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Michael O'Halloran"


Try these. Give her a fresh one each day. It is going to be dreadfully hot
soon. When she has used two, bring them here and I'll have them washed for
you."
"Now nix on that!" said Mickey. "You're a shining angel bright to sew them
for her, I'm crazy over them, but I wash them. Mother showed me. That will
be _my_ share. I can do it fine. And they _will_ be better! She's so lost
in mother's, I have to shake them to find her!"
They laughed together, then Mickey sped to the sidewalk and ordered the
car back.
"I've been too long," he said. "Nurse Lady had some things to tell me
about a little sick girl and I was glad to miss my ride for them. Mr.
Bruce will be ready by now. You go where he told you."
"I got twenty-seven minutes yet," said the driver. "I can take you at
least almost there. Hop in."
"Mither o' Mike!" cried Mickey. "Is _that_ all there is to it? Gee, how
I'd like to have a try at it."
"Are you going to be in Mr. Bruce's office from now on?" asked the driver.
"If I can sell my paper line," answered Mickey.


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