I owe you a lot as it is, but I got some money in
the bank, and I'll have to sell my sheep."
Junior laid his head on his arm and sobbed weakly.
"Don't Junior," said Mickey. "I feel just awful about this. I thought you
had a place that would earn your supper, and you had the room, and would
be all right."
"Why of course!" said Junior.
Mickey looked intently at him. "Now look here Junior," he said, "I got to
square myself on this. I didn't think all the time you'd like Multiopolis,
when you saw it with the bark off. Course viewing it on a full stomach,
from an automobile, with spending money in your pocket, and a smooth run
to a good home before you, is one thing; facing up to it, and asking it to
hand out those things to you in return for work you can do here, without
knowing the ropes, is another. You've stuck it out longer than I would,
honest you have, but it isn't your game, and you don't know how, and you'd
be a fool to learn. I thought you'd get enough to satisfy you when you
came, but seeing for yourself seemed to be the only way to cure you.
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