"
"Well I do want you here," said Mickey in slow insistent tone. "I want you
right here! But you got to _understand_ a few things. You're mine. I'm
going to keep you; you got to understand that."
"Yes Mickey," conceded Peaches.
"And if it will help you to be rubbed more than I can rub you while I got
to earn money to pay for our supper when we go home, and fix your back,
and save for the seminary, I'll let the nice pleasant lady rub you; and
I'll let a good girl like Mary rub you, and if his hands ain't so big they
hurt, maybe I'll let Peter rub you; he takes care of Bobbie, maybe he
could you, and he's got a family of his own, so he knows how it feels; but
it's _nix_ on anybody else, Miss Chicken, see?"
"They ain't nobody else!" said Peaches.
"There is too!" contradicted Mickey. "Mary said Junior would rub your
feet! Well he _won't!_ It's nix on Junior! _He's only a boy! He ain't got
a family. He hasn't had experience. He doesn't know anything about
families! See?_"
"He carries Bobbie, an' I bet he's heavier 'an me.
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