"Tell me honey? Are
you got a pain anywhere?"
"No!" he said. "Maybe I _was_ kind of strung up, getting you here and
being so awful scared about hurting you; but it's all right now. You are
here, and things are going to be fine, only, will you, cross your heart,
_always and forever remember this: it's nix on Junior, or any boy, who
ain't got a family, and doesn't understand?_"
"Yes Mickey, cross my heart, an' f'rever, an' ever; an' Mickey, you must
get the soap. I slipped, an' said the worse yet. I didn't mean to, but
Mickey, I guess you can't _trust_ me. I guess you got to soap me, or beat
me, or somepin awful. Go on an' do it, Mickey."
"Why crazy!" said Mickey. "You're mixed up. You didn't say anything! What
you said was all rightest ever; rightest of anything I ever heard. _It was
just exactly what I wanted you to say_. I just _loved_ what you said."
"Well if I ever!" cried Peaches. "Mickey, you was so mixed up you didn't
hear me. I got 'nother chance. Goody, goody! Now show me the cow!"
"All right!" said Mickey.
Pages:
465
466
467
468
469
470
471
472
473
474
475
476
477
478
479
480
481
482
483
484
485
486
487
488
489