"I've seen them so
changeful they couldn't tell when they called a taxi where they wanted to
be taken." "Mickey, your observations on human nature would make a better
book than your poetry."
"Oh I don't know," said Mickey. "You see I ain't really got _at_ the
poetry job yet. I have to be educated a lot to do it right. What I do now
I wouldn't show to anybody else, it's just fooling for Lily. But I got an
address that gives me a look-in on the paper business if I ever want it. I
ain't got at the poetry yet, but I been on the human-nature job from the
start. When you go cold and hungry if you don't know human nature--why you
_know_ it, that's all!"
"You surely do," said Douglas. "Now let's hustle this forenoon, and then
you may have the remainder of the day. I am going fishing."
"Thank you," said Mickey, "I hope you get a bass as long as your arm, and
I hope the man you are chasing breaks his neck before you get him."
Mickey grinned at Douglas' laugh, and went racing about his work, then he
helped on his paper route until four, when he hurried to his meeting with
Nancy and Peter.
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