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Of course she was
better off with him than where she had been; no sane person could dispute
that; she was happy and looking improved each day but--could she be made
happier and cared for still better by some one else, and cured without the
long wait for him to earn the money? If she could, what would be the right
name for him, if he kept her on what he could do? So they came at last as
near as the car could go to Mickey's home in Sunrise Alley. At the foot of
the last flight Mickey paused, package laden.
"Now I'll have to ask you to wait a minute," he said.
He ascended, unlocked the door and stepped inside. Peaches' eyes gleamed
with interest at the packages, but she waved him back. As Mickey closed
the door she cried: "My po'try piece! Say it, Mickey!"
"You'll have to wait again," said Mickey. "I got hit in the back with a
box and it knocked the poetry out of me. You'll have to wait 'til after
supper to-night, and then I'll fix the grandest one yet. Will that do?"
"Yes, if the box hit hard, Mickey," conceded Peaches.


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