"
"Oh don't start the 'I told you so,'" said Junior. "Father and mother will
hand it out for the rest of my life. I'd as lief die as go back, but I'm
going; not because I can't get in the game, and make a living if you can,
even if I have to go out and start as you did, with a penny. I'm going
back, but not for the reason you think. It's because seen at close range,
Multiopolis ain't what it looks like from an automobile. I know something
that I really know, and that comes natural to me, that beats it a mile;
and now I've had my chance, and made my choice. I'm so sore I can't walk,
but if you'll just call father and tell him to come in on high, I'll
settle with you later."
"Course if that's the way you feel, I'll call him," said Mickey, "but
Junior, let me finish this much I was trying to say. I knew Multiopolis
would do to you all it had done to me, and I knew you wouldn't like it;
but I _didn't_ figure on your big frame and fresh face spelling country
'til it would show a mile down the street.
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