"Well don't you have any misgivings about it being done," said Mickey. "It's being _done_ every day. I know men, hundreds of them, just scraping, and slaving and half starving to get together the dough to pull out. I hear it on the cars, on the streets, and see it in the papers. They're jumping their jobs and going every day, while hundreds of Schmeltzenschimmers, O'Laughertys, Hansons, and Pietros are coming in to take their places. Multiopolis is more than half filled with crowd-outs from across the ocean now, instead of home folks' cradles, as it should be. If Junior has got a hankering for Multiopolis that is going to cut him out of owning a place like this, and bossing his own job, dearest lady, cook him! Cook him quick!" "Would you come here?" she questioned. "Would I?" cried Mickey. "Well try me and see!" "I'm deeply interested in what you say about Junior," she said. "I'll talk it over to-night with Peter." "Well I don't know," said Mickey. "He might put the grand kibosh on it. Hard! But if Junior came back asking polite for his mush and milk, and offering his Christmas pennies for the privilege of plowing, or driving the cream wagon, believe me dear lady, then Peter would fall on your neck and weep for joy." "Yes, in that event, he would," said the lady, "and the temptation is so great, that I believe if you'll give me your address, I'll look you up the next time I come to Multiopolis, which will be soon. I'd like to see your Lily before I make any promises. If I thought I could manage, I could bring her right out in the car. Tell me where to find you, and I'll see what Peter thinks." Mickey grinned widely. "You ain't no suffragette lady, are you?" he commented. "Well I don't know about that," said the lady. "There are a good many things to think of these days." "Yes I know," said Mickey, "but as long as everything you say swings the circle and rounds up with Peter, it's no job to guess what's most important in your think-tank. Peter must be some pumpkins!" "Come to think of it, he is, Mickey," she said. "Come to think of it, I do sort of revolve around Peter. We always plan together. Not that we always _think_ alike: there are some things I just _can't_ make Peter see, that I wish I _could;_ but I wouldn't trade Peter----" "No I guess he's top crust," laughed Mickey. "He is so!" said the woman. "How did you say I could reach you?" "Well, the easiest way would be this. Here, I'll write the number for you." "Fine!" said the woman. "I'll hurry through my shopping and call you--when would it suit you best?" "Never mind me," said Mickey. "For this, I'll come when you say." "What about three in the afternoon, then?" "Sure!" cried Mickey. "Suits me splendid! Mostly quit for the day then. But ma'am, I don't know about this. Lily isn't used to anybody but me, she may be afraid to come with you." "And I may think I would scarcely want to try to take care of her for a week, when I see her," said the woman.