With Peaches laid over her shoulder, she swung to the platform, and found
a seat, while Mickey grabbed the basket and ran to the back screaming
after her: "I got my fare; only pay for yourself." Mickey told the
conductor to tell the lady where to leave the car. When she stepped down
he was ready with the basket. Peaches, panting and in cold perspiration
with pain, was laid in it.

"Lovely part of the village, ain't it, lady?" said Mickey. "See the
castles of the millyingaires piercing the sky; see their automobiles at
the curb; see the lovely ladies and gents promenading the streets enjoying
the spring?"

Every minute Mickey talked to keep the woman from noticing how far she was
going; but soon she growled: "How many miles furder is it?"

"Just around a corner, up an alley, and down a side street a step. Nothing
at all! Nice promenade for a spry, lovely young lady like you. Evening
walk, smell spring in the air. 'Most there now, Peaches."

"Where are ye takin' this kid? How'll I ever get back to the car line?"
asked the woman.

Mickey ignored the first question. "Why, I'll be eschorting you of course,
dearest lady," he said.

At the point of rebellion, Mickey spoke. "Now set the basket down right
here," he ordered. "I'll be back in no time with the lady-bird."

He returned in a few minutes. Into her outstretched palm he counted