"Oh he's such a stiff," explained Mickey. "He looks about as lively as a salted herring." "And did you make an effort to enliven him, Mickey?" "Sure!" cried Mickey. "The operation was highly successful! The patient made a fine recovery. Right on the job, right on the street, right at the thickest traffic corner, right at 'dead man's crossing,' he let out a whoop that split the features of a copper who hadn't smiled in years. It was a double play and it worked fine. What I want to know is whether it was fleeting or holds over." "It must be 'over,' Mickey," said Douglas. "Since you mention it, he opened the door with the information that it was a fine morning, while I recall that there was colour on his face, and light in his usually dull eyes." "Good!" cried Mickey. "Then there's some hope that his kid may go and do likewise." "The boy who takes your route has to smile, Mickey?" "Well you see most of my morning customers are regulars, so they are used to it," said Mickey. "The minute one goes into his paper, he's lost 'til knocking off time; but if he starts on a real-wide-a-wake-soulful smile, he's a chance of reproducing it, before the day is over, leastwise he has _more_ chance than if he never smiles." "So it is a part of the contract that the boy smiles at his work?" questioned Douglas. "_It is so!_" exclaimed Mickey. "I asked Mr. Chaffner at the _Herald_ office what was a fair price for my route. You see I've sold the _Herald_ from the word go, and we're pretty thick. So he told me what he thought. It lifted my lid, but when I communicated it to Henry, casual like, he never batted an eye, so I am going to try his boy 'til I'm satisfied. If he can swing the job it's a go." "Your customers should give you a vote of thanks!"