Mickey was satisfied with Mrs. Harding's instructions, but he took the
opportunity to emphasize a few points himself. He even slipped one white,
bony foot from under the sheet and showed Mary how sick it was, and how
carefully it must be rubbed before it would walk.
"I can rub it," announced Mary.
"Well don't you try that," cautioned Mickey.
"Why go on and let her!" interposed Peaches. "Go on and let her! After
today you said you'd be gone all day, an' if rubbing in the morning and
evening is good, maybe more would make me walk sooner. Mickey I ain't ever
said it, 'cause you do so much an' try so hard, but Mickey, _I'm just
about dead to walk!_ Mickey, I'm so tired being lifted. Mickey, I want to
get up an' _go_ when I want to, like other folks!"
"Well that's the first time you ever said that."
"Well 'tain't the first time I ever could a-said it, if I'd a-wanted to,"
explained Peaches.
"I see! You game little kid, you," said Mickey. "All right Mary, you ask
your mother and if she says so, I'll show you how, and maybe you can rub
Lily's feet, if you go slow and easy and don't jar her back a speck.
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