"You know he is full of stuff like that," said Junior. "He could do some
every day about people other than Peaches if he wanted to. Father, ain't
you glad he's in our family? Are you going to tell him to take that job if
he asks you?"
"No I ain't," said Peter. "He's too young, and not the book learning to do
himself justice, while that place is too grown up and exciting for a boy
of his nerve force. Don't you think, Nancy?"
"Yes, I do, but you needn't worry," said Mrs. Harding. "Mickey knows that
himself. Didn't you hear him say soon as he read it, that he hadn't the
education yet? He's taken care of himself too long to spoil his life now,
and he will see it; but I marvel at Chaffner. He ought to have known
better. And among us, I wonder at Mickey. Where did he get it from?"
"Easy!" said Peter. "From a God-fearing, intelligent mother, and an
irresponsible Irish father, from inborn, ingrained sense of right, and a
hand-to-hand scuffle with life in Multiopolis gutters. Mickey is all
right, and thank God, he's _ours_ If he does show signs of wanting to go
to the _Herald_ office, discourage him all you can, Ma; it wouldn't be
good for him--yet.
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