"I'm so real, I'm two boys if _wanting_ it counts, but it doesn't!" said Mickey. "You see I got a _job_ for evening. I'm promised. I'd rather do what you want than anything I ever saw or heard of, except just this. I've given my word, and I'm depended on. I couldn't give up this work, and I wouldn't, if I could. Even golf ain't in it with this job that I'm on." "What is your work Mickey?" "Oh I ain't ever exactly certain," said Mickey. "Sometimes it is one thing, sometimes it is another, but always it's something, and it's work for a party I couldn't disappoint, not noways, not for all the golf in the world." "You are sure?" persisted Douglas. "Dead sure with no changing," said Mickey. "All right then. I'm sorry!" exclaimed Douglas. "So am I," said Mickey. "But not about the job!" Douglas laughed. "Well come along this evening and look on. I'll be back before six and I'll run you where we did last night, if that is close your home." "Thanks," said Mickey. "I'd love to, but you needn't bother about taking me home. I can make it if I start at six. Shall I take the things back to the café?" "Let them go until morning," said Douglas. "What becomes of the little cakes?" "Their fate is undecided. Have you any suggestions?" "I should worry!" he exclaimed. "They'd fit my pocket. I could hike past the hospital and ask the Sunshine Lady; if she said so, I could take them to Lily. Bet she never tasted any like them. If it's between her and the café selling them over, s'pose she takes the cake?" Mickey's face was one big insinuating, suggestive smile. Douglas' was another. "Suppose she does," he agreed. "I must wrap them," said Mickey. "Have to be careful about Lily. If she's fed dirty, wrong stuff, it will make fever so her back will get worse instead of better." "Will a clean envelope do?" suggested Douglas. "That would cost you two cents," said Mickey. "Haven't you something cheaper?" "What about a sheet of paper?" hazarded Douglas. "Fine!" said Mickey, "and only half as expensive." So they wrapped the little cakes and closed the office. Then Douglas said: "Now this ends work for the day. Next comes playtime." "Then before we begin to play we ought to finish business," said Mickey. "I have been thinking over what you said the other day, and while I was right about some of it, I was mistaken about part. I ain't changing anything I said about Minturn men and his sort, and millyingaire men and their sort; but you ain't that kind of a man----" "Thank you, Mickey," said Douglas. "No you ain't that _kind_ of a man," continued Mickey. "And you are just the kind of a man I'd _like_ to be; so if the door ain't shut, guess I'll stick around afternoons." "Not all day?" inquired Douglas. "Well you see I am in the paper business and that takes all morning," explained Mickey. "I can always finish my first batch by noon, lots of times by ten; from that on to six I could work for you."