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He _may_
not come for a long time; he _might_ come to-morrow. See?"
"Oh Mickey! Would he?" gasped Peaches.
"Why sure he would!" cried Mickey with his most elaborate flourish. "Sure
he would! That's what he lives for. He'd be tickled to pieces to make over
the back of a little girl that can't walk. Sure he would! What I ain't
sure of is that you wouldn't gig back and say, 'I won't!' if you had a
chance to be fixed."
Peaches spoke with deliberate conviction: "Mickey, I'm most _sure_ I've
_about_ quit that!"
"Well, it's time!" said Mickey. "What you got to do is to eat, and sleep,
and be bathed, and rubbed, and get so big and strong that when I come
chasing up the steps and say, 'He's here, Lily, clap your arms around my
neck and come to the china room and the glass table and be fixed,' you
just take a grip and never open your head. See! You can be a game little
kid, the gamest I ever saw, you will then, Lily, won't you?"
"Sure!" she promised. "I'll just grab you and I'll say, 'Go Mickey, go
h----!"
"Wope! Wope there lady!" interposed Mickey.


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