"You just bet she has," said Mickey. "Her family tends to that. And she has got a bed, and a window, and her Precious Child, and a slate, and books." "That's all right then," said Douglas. "Any time you see she needs anything Mickey, I'd be glad if you would tell me or Miss Winton. She loves to do kind things to little sick children to make them happier." "So do I," said Mickey. "And Lily is _my_ job. But that isn't robbing Miss Joy Lady. She can love herself to death if she wants to on hundreds of little, sick, cold, miserable children, in every cellar and garret and tenement of the east end of Multiopolis. The only kind thing God did for them out there was to give them the first chance at sunrise. Multiopolis hasn't ever followed His example by giving them anything." "You mean Miss Winton can find some other child to love and care for?" asked Douglas. "Sure!" said Mickey emphatically. "It's hands off Lily. Her family is taking care of her, so she's got all she needs right now." "That's good!" said Bruce. "Here we unload." They entered a building and exchanged the books they carried for others which Douglas selected with care, then returning to the office, locked them in a safe. "Now I am driving to the golf grounds for an hour's play," said Douglas. "Will you go and caddy for me?" "I never did. I don't know how," answered Mickey. "You can learn, can't you?" suggested Douglas. "Sure!" said Mickey. "I've seen boys carrying golf clubs that hadn't enough sense to break stone right. I can learn, but my learning might spoil your day's sport." "It would be no big price to pay for an intelligent caddy," replied Douglas. "Mr. Bruce, what price is an intelligent caddy worth?" "Our Scotch Club pays fifty cents a game and each man employs his own boy if he chooses. The club used to furnish boys, but since the Big Brother movement began, so many of the men have boys in their offices they are accustomed to, and want to give a run over the hills after the day's work, that the rule has been changed. I can employ you, if you want to serve me." "I'd go to the _country_ in the car with you, every day you play, and carry your clubs?" asked Mickey wonderingly. "Yes," answered Douglas. "Over real hills, where there's trees, grass, cows and water?" questioned Mickey. "Yes," repeated Douglas. "What time would we get back?" he asked. "Depends on how late I play, and whether I have dinner at the club house, say seven as a rule, maybe ten or later at times." "Nothing doing!" said Mickey promptly. "I got to be home at six by the clock every day, even if we were engaged in 'hurling back the enemy.' See?" "But Mickey! That spoils everything!" cried Douglas. "Of course you could work for me the remainder of the day if you wanted to, and I could keep my old clubhouse caddy, but I want _you_. You want the ride in the country, you want the walk, you _need_ the change and recreation. You are not a real boy if you don't want that!"