"No! But I've always been curious, if I did have, to see if I couldn't so
manage whatever might be my share, that it would appear to the world
without that peculiar state of grime which always seems to distinguish
it," said the girl. "I'm not afraid of poverty, and I'm not afraid of
work; it's dishonour that would kill me. Daddy accepted obligations; if
they involve him, which includes me also, then to the last cent we
possess, we pay back."
Mickey drew the duster he handled between vacuum days across a table and
steadily watched first Douglas, then Leslie, both of whom had forgotten
him.
"That should be good enough for Daddy; what about me?" asked Douglas. "If
ever I get in a close place, does the same hold good?"
"If I know what you are doing, surely!"
"I knew you were a 'Bearer of Morning' first time I saw you," said
Douglas. "But we are forgetting Mickey."
Mickey promptly stepped forward, putting away the duster to be ready for
errands.
"How are you this morning?" asked Douglas.
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