"That's good!" he cried. Mickey grinned in comradeship. "First, these letters to the box in the hall." "Next?" Mickey queried as he came through the door. "This package to the room of the Clerk in the City Hall, and bring back a receipt bearing his signature." Mickey saluted, laid the note inside the cover of a book, put it in the middle of the package, and a second later his gay whistle receded down the hall. "'Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it,'" Douglas quoted. "Mickey has been trained until he would make a good trainer himself." In one-half the time the trip had taken the messenger boys Douglas was accustomed to employing, Mickey was back like the Gulf in the Forum, demanding "more." "See what you can do for these rooms, until the next errand is ready," suggested Douglas. Mickey began gathering up the morning papers, straightening the rugs, curtains and arranging the furniture. "Hand this check to the janitor," said Douglas. "And Mickey, kindly ask him if two dollars was what I agreed to pay him for my extras this week." "Sure!" said Mickey. Douglas would have preferred "Yes sir," but "Sure!" was a permanent ejaculation decorating the tip of Mickey's tongue. The man watching closely did not fail to catch the flash of interest and the lifting of the boy figure as he paused for instructions. When he returned Douglas said casually: "While I am at it, I'll pay off my messenger service. Take this check to the address and bring a receipt for the amount." Mickey's comment came swiftly: "Gee! that boy would be sore, if he lost his job!" "Messenger Service Agency," Douglas said, busy at his desk. "No boy would lose his job." "Oh!" exclaimed Mickey comprehendingly. His face lighted at the information. Next he carried a requisition for books to another city official and telephoned a café to deliver a pitcher of lemonade and some small cakes, and handed the boy a dime. "Why didn't you send me and save your silver?" "I did not think," answered Bruce. "Some one gets the tip, you might as well have had it." "I didn't mean me _have_ it, I meant you _save_ it." "Mickey," said Douglas, "you know perfectly I can't take your time unless you accept from me what I am accustomed to paying other boys." "Letting others bleed you, you mean," said Mickey indignantly. "Why I'd a-been glad to brought the juice for five! You never ought to paid more." "Should have paid more," corrected Douglas. "'Should have paid more,'" repeated Mickey. "Thanks!" "Now try this," said Douglas, filling two glasses. "'Tain't usual!" said Mickey. "You drink that yourself or save it for friends that may drop in." "Very well!" said Douglas. "Of course you might have it instead of the boy who comes after the pitcher, but if you don't like it----" "All right if that's the way!" agreed Mickey.