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Stratton-Porter, Gene, 1863-1924

"Michael O'Halloran"

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"Take all you want," said Peter. "I'd like to send the whole field, larks
and all, to a little sick girl. I'd like especial to send her some of
these clowny bobolink fellows to puff up and spill music by the quart for
her; I guess nothing else runs so smooth except water."
"I don't know what she'd say," said Mickey gazing around him. "You see she
hasn't ever walked, so all she's seen in her life has been the worst kind
of bare, dark tenement walls, 'til lately she's got a high window where
she can see sky, and a few sparrows that come for crumbs. This!"--Mickey
swept his arm toward the landscape--"I don't know what she'd say to this!"
"Pshaw, now!" cried Peter. "Why bring her out! You bring her right out!
That's what we been wanting to know. Just what a city child would _think_
of country things she'd never seen before. Bring her to see us!"
"She's a little bit of a thing and she can't walk, you know," explained
Mickey.
"Poor little mite! That's too bad," lamented Peter. "Wonder if she
couldn't be doctored up.


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