What would you _do_ if I didn't
come for a week?"
"I'd have to slide off the bed if it killed me, and roll to the cupboard,
and make the things do," said Peaches.
"You couldn't get up to it to save your life," said Mickey, "and there's
never enough for a week, and you couldn't get to the water--what would you
_do?_"
"Mickey, what would I do?" wavered Peaches.
"Well, I know, if you don't," said Mickey, "and I ain't going to tell you;
but I'll tell you this much: you'd be scared and hurt worse than you ever
was yet; and it's soon going to be too hot for you here, so I got to move
you to a cooler place, and I don't risk being the only one knowing where
you are another day; or my think-tank will split. It's about split now. I
don't want to do it, Miss, but I got to, so you take your drink and lemme
straighten you, and wash your face, and put your pretties on; then Mr.
Douglas Bruce, that we work for now, is coming to see you and he's going
to stay for supper--Now cut it out! Shut right up! Here, lemme fix you,
and you see, Miss, that you act a _lady_ girl, and don't make me lose my
job with my boss, or we can't pay our rent.
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