"There's a good strong kick in my heels, and the 'ki-yi-ing' is for the feet of the man I'm after." "Yes, I know," said Mickey, "but 'fore we get through with this I just got a hunch that you'll wish we had been plowing corn, too." "What makes you so sure, Mickey?" said Douglas. "Oh things I hear men say when I get the books keep me thinking," replied Mickey. "What things?" queried Douglas. "Oh about who's going to get the axe next!" said Mickey. "But what of that?" asked Douglas. "Why it might be somebody you know!" he cried. "When you find these wrong entries you can't tell who made them." "I know that the man who made them deserves what he gets," said Douglas. "Yes, I guess he does," agreed Mickey. "Well go on! But when I grow up I'm going to plow corn." "What about the poetry?" queried Douglas. "They go together fine," explained Mickey. "When the book is finished, I'd like clover on the cover better than the cow; but if Lily wants the live stock it goes!" "Of course," assented Douglas. "But when she sees a real cow she may change her mind." "Right in style! Ladies do it often," conceded Mickey. "I've seen them so changeful they couldn't tell when they called a taxi where they wanted to be taken." "Mickey, your observations on human nature would make a better book than your poetry." "Oh I don't know," said Mickey. "You see I ain't really got _at_ the poetry job yet. I have to be educated a lot to do it right. What I do now I wouldn't show to anybody else, it's just fooling for Lily. But I got an address that gives me a look-in on the paper business if I ever want it. I ain't got at the poetry yet, but I been on the human-nature job from the start. When you go cold and hungry if you don't know human nature--why you _know_ it, that's all!" "You surely do," said Douglas. "Now let's hustle this forenoon, and then you may have the remainder of the day. I am going fishing." "Thank you," said Mickey, "I hope you get a bass as long as your arm, and I hope the man you are chasing breaks his neck before you get him." Mickey grinned at Douglas' laugh, and went racing about his work, then he helped on his paper route until four, when he hurried to his meeting with Nancy and Peter. "When everybody is so nice if you give them any show at all, I can't understand where the grouchers get their grouch," muttered Mickey, as he hopped from one toe to the other and tried to select the car at the curb which would be Peter's. "Hey you!" presently called a voice from one of them. Mickey sent a keen glance over a boy who had come up and entered the car. "Straw you!" retorted Mickey, landing on the curb in a flying leap. "Is your name Mickey?" inquired the boy. "Yep. Is your father's name Peter?" asked Mickey. "Yep. And mine is Peter too. So to avoid two Peters I am Junior. Come on in 'til the folks come."