Bruce will
use all his influence to turn him toward law."
"Mr. Douglas Bruce is a swell gentl'man," said Peaches, "and me and Mickey
just loves him for his niceness to us; but we got _that_ all settled.
Mickey is going to write the po'try piece for the first page of the
_Herald_--that's our paper--and then we are going to make all my pieces
into a bu'ful book, like I got it started here."
Peaches picked up a small notebook, scrupulously kept, and lovingly
glanced over the pages, on each of which she had induced Mickey to write
in his plainest script one section of her nightly doggerel; and if he
failed from the intense affairs of the day, she left a blank page for him
to fill later. Taken together, the remainder of her possessions were as
nothing to Peaches compared with that book. Not an hour of the day passed
that it was not in her fingers, every line of it she knew by heart, and
she learned more from it than all Mickey's other educational efforts.
Peter scraped a piece of fine black walnut furniture free from the
accumulated varnish of years, and ran an approving hand over the smooth
dark surface, seasoned with long use.
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