"Dearest lady, wait and see," said Mickey. "Now Peaches, shut your eyes,
also your mouth. Don't you take a chance at saying a word. If they won't
stand the basket, we'll carry you, but it would hurt you less, while it
would come in handy when we run out of cars. You needn't take coin only
for going, dearest lady; you'll be silver plated coming back."

"You little fool," said the woman, but she stooped to her end of the
basket.

"Ready, Peaches," said Mickey, "and if it hurts, 'member it will soon be
over, and you'll be where nobody will ever hurt you again."

"Hurry!" begged the child.

Down the long stairs they went and to the car line. Crowded car after car
whirled past; finally one came not so full, it stopped to let off
passengers. Mickey was at the conductor's elbow.

"Please mister, a lame kid," he pleaded. "We want to move her. Please,
please help us on."

"Can't!" said the conductor. "Take a taxi."

"Broke my limousine," said Mickey. "Aw come on mister; ain't you got kids
of your own?"

"Get out of the way!" shouted the conductor.

"Hang on de back wid the basket," cried the woman.