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"It hit so blame hard, Miss Chicken, that it knocked me down and knocked
me out, and Mr. Bruce picked me up and carried me three blocks in his car
before I got my wind or knew what ailed me."
Peaches' face was tragic; her hands stretched toward him. Mickey was
young, and his brain was whirling so it whirled off the thought that came
first.
"And if it had hit me _hard_ enough to bust my head, and I'd been carried
to a hospital to be mended and wouldn't a-knowed what hurt me for days,
like sometimes, who'd a-fed and bathed you, Miss?"
Peaches gazed at him wordless.
"You close your mouth and tell me, Miss," demanded Mickey, brutal with
emotion. "If I hadn't come, what would you have done?"
Peaches shut her mouth and stared while it was closed. At last she
ventured a solution.
"You'd a-told our Nurse Lady," she said.
Mickey made an impatient gesture.
"Hospitals by the dozen, kid," he said, "and not a chance in a hundred I'd
been took to the 'Star of Hope,' and times when your head is busted, you
don't know a thing for 'most a _week_.


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