"Sure! I'll take you there in a big au----Oh, I don't know as I will either. We'll have to save our money, if we _both_ go. We'll go on a _street_ car, and walk up a grand av'noo among trees, and I'll take you in, and see if your room is right, and everything, and all the girls will like you 'cause you're so smart, and your hair's so pretty, and then I'll go to a boys' school close by, and learn how to make poetry pieces that beat any in the papers. Every time I make a new one I'll come and ask, 'Is Miss Lily--Miss Lily Peaches----' Gee kid, _what's your name?_" Mickey stared at Peaches, while she stared back at him. "I don't know," she said. "Do you care, Mickey?" "What was your granny's?" asked Mickey. "I don't know," answered Peaches. "Was she your mother's mother?" persisted Mickey. "Yes," replied Peaches. "Did you ever see your father?" Mickey went on. "I don't know nothing about fathers," she said. Mickey heaved a deep sigh. "Well! _That's_ over!" he said. "_I_ know something about fathers. I know a lot. I know that you are no worse off, not knowing _who_ your father was than to know he was so _mean_ that you are _glad_ he's dead. Your way leaves you _hoping_ that he was just awful nice, and got killed, or was taken sick or something; my way, there ain't no doubts in your mind. You are plumb sure he wasn't decent. Don't you bother none about fathers!" "My I'm glad, Mickey!" cried Peaches joyously. "So am I," said Mickey emphatically. "We don't want any fathers coming here to butt in on us, just as we get your back Carreled and you ready to start to school." "Can I go without a _name_ Mickey?" asked Peaches. "Course not!" said Mickey. "You have to put your name on a roll the first thing, then you must be interdooced to the Head Lady and all the girls." "What'll I do Mickey?" anxiously inquired Peaches. "Well, for smart as you are in some spots, you're awful dumb in others," commented Mickey. "What'll you do, saphead? Gee! Ain't you _mine?_ Ain't you my _family?_ Ain't _my name_ good enough for you? Your name will be Miss Lily Peaches O'Halloran. That's a name good enough for a Queen Lady!" "What's a Queen?" inquired Peaches. "Wife of those kings we were just talking about." "Sure!" said Peaches. "None of them have a nicer name than that! Mickey, is my bow straight?" "Naw it ain't!" said Mickey. "Take the baby 'til I fix it! It's about slipped off! There! That's better." "Mickey, let me see it!" suggested Peaches. Mickey brought the mirror. She looked so long he grew tired and started to put it back, but she clung to it. "Just lay it on the bed," she said.