That wasn't anything for them!"
"Mickey, are you going to learn to write that way?"
"Sure!" said Mickey. "Before I go to the _Herald_ to take my desk, and my
'signment,' I've got to know, and you ought to know too; 'cause I always
have to bring what I write to you first, to see if you like it."
"Yes, if the mean old things don't go an' steal my place again, when you
don't know it," protested Peaches.
"Well, don't you fret about that," said Mickey. "They got away with me
this time, but they won't ever again, 'cause I'll be on to their tricks.
See? Now say you forgive me, and eat your dinner, 'cause it will be
spoiled, and you must have a good rest, for there's going to be something
lovely afterward. You ain't mad at me any more, Lily?"
"No, I ain't mad at you, but I'm just so----"
"Wope! wope!" cautioned Mickey.
Peaches pulled away indignantly.
"--so--so--so _estremely mad_ at those paper men! Mickey, I don't think
I'll ever let you be a _Herald_ man at all if they're going to leave me
out like that!"
"What do you care about an old paper sold on the streets, and ground up
for buckets, and used to start fires, anyway?" scoffed Mickey.
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