Harding. As he
washed the dishes while she sat sewing for the renovation of the house, he
said to her: "When you dress Lily for this afternoon I wish you'd make her
just as pretty as you can, and put her very nicest dress on her."
"Why Mickey, is some one coming?" she asked.
"I don't know," said Mickey, "but I have a hunch that my boss, and Miss
Leslie, and her father may be out this afternoon. They have been talking
about it a long time, but I kept making every excuse I could think up to
keep them away."
"Why, Mickey?" asked Mrs. Harding, looking at him intently. She paused in
her sewing, running the needle slowly across the curtain material.
"Well, for a lot of reasons," said Mickey. "A fellow of my size doesn't
often tackle a family, and when he does, if he's going to be square about
it, he has got to do a lot of _thinking_. One thing was that it's hard for
me to get Lily out my head like I first saw her. I guess I couldn't tell
you so you'd get a fair idea of how dark, dirty, alone, and little, and
miserable she was.
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