"
"No it wouldn't; but it would be because he needs solid study and school
routine to settle him, and make him _great_ instead of a clown, as that
would at his age. But if you think there is anything in the _Herald_
office that could _hurt_ Mickey, you got another think coming. It wouldn't
hurt Mickey; but it would be mighty good for the rest of them. The
_Herald_ has more honour and conscience than most; some of the papers are
just disgraceful in what they publish, and then take back next day; while
folks are forced to endure it. Sit up and eat your dinners now. I want to
get on with my work."
"Mickey, what happened?" begged Peaches as Mickey came in sight, carrying
the papers.
He was trembling and tensely excited as her sharp eyes could see. They
rested probingly a second on him, then on the paper. Her lips tightened
while her eyes darkened. She stretched out her hand.
"Mickey, let me see!" she commanded.
Mickey knelt beside her, spreading out the sheet. Then he took her hand,
setting a finger on the first letter of his name and slowly moved along as
she repeated the letters she knew best of all, then softly pronounced the
name.
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