"
"So far as Lily goes," said Mickey, "I'd be tickled 'most to death. I
ain't anxious to pull and haul, and wake up the poor, little sleepy thing.
Every morning it 'most makes me sick. I'd a lot rather let her sleep it
out as you say, but while Lily is mine, and I've got to do the best by her
I can, you are Peter's so he must do the best by you he can; and did you
notice how he jumped on that washing business yesterday? How we going to
square up with Peter?"
"I'm perfectly willing to do what I said for the sake of that child. I've
come to be mighty fond of you Mickey, in the little time I've known you;
if I didn't like and want to help Peaches I'd do a lot for her, just to
please you----"
"Gee, you're something grand!" cried Mickey.
"Just common clay, commonest kind of clay Mickey," said Mrs. Harding. "But
if you want to know how you could 'square' it with me, which will 'square'
it with Peter--I'll tell you. You may think I'm silly; but as we're made,
we're made, and this is how it is with me: of course I love Peter, my
children, my home, and I love my work; but I've had this job without 'jot
or tittle' of change for fifteen years, and I'm about stalled with the
sameness of it.
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