"City Hall," he said. "And Mickey, I see the whole thing. It will take
some time to figure just what I do owe you----"
"Aw-a-ah g'wan!" broke in Mickey, backing away.
"Mickey, we'll drive you to take the note, and then you come with us,"
said Douglas.
"Thanks, but it would try my nerve," said Mickey, "and I must help Peter
move in the pump!"
CHAPTER XX
_Mickey's Miracle_
That night Mickey's voice, shrill in exuberant rejoicing, preceded him
down the highway, so the Hardings, all busy working out their new plans
for comfort, understood that something unusually joyous had happened.
Peaches sat straighter in her big pillow-piled chair, leaned forward, and
smilingly waited.
"Ain't he happy soundin'?" she said to Mrs. Harding, who sat near her
sewing. "I guess he has thought out the best po'try piece yet. Mebby this
time it will be good enough for the first page of the _Herald_."
"Young as he is, that's not likely," said the literal woman. "There's no
manner of doubt in my mind but that he _can_ do great newspaper work when
he finishes his education and makes his start; but I think Mr.
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