We prize Junior as he
is just now, fully as much as you do anything you've gained."
Mickey polished the plates and studied Mrs. Harding. Then he spoke again:
"There's one more obligation I'm just itching to owe you."
"Tell me about it, Mickey," she said.
"Well right in line with what we been talking of," said Mickey. "Just
suppose a big car comes chuffing up here this afternoon, like I have a
hunch it will, and all those nice folks so polite and beautifully dressed
come to see us, I know you are busy, but I'll work afterward to pay back,
if you and Peter will dust up a little--course I know the upset fix we are
in; but just glorify a trifle, and lay off and _keep right on the job
without a second of letting up_, 'til they are gone. See?"
"You mean you don't want to be left _alone_ with them?"
"You get me!" cried Mickey. "You get me clearly. I don't want to be left
alone with them, for them to put ideas in Lily's head about a nicer car
than ours, and a bigger house, and finer dolls and dresses, and going to
the city to stay with them on visits; or me going to live with Mr.
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