You are going to do any _big_ things to-day, why not do some for Lily?
Can't be many that needs it more. If You saw her yesterday, You must see
if You'll look down now, that she's better off, she's worlds better off.
Wonder if You sent me to get her, so she would be better off. Gee, why
didn't You send one of them millyingaires who could a-dressed her up, fed
her and took her to the country where the sun would shine on her. Ain't
never touched her, I bet a liberty-bird. But if You did the sending, You
sent just me, so she's _my_ job, an' I'll do her! But I wish You'd help
me, or send me help, O God. It's an awful job to tackle all alone, for I'm
going to be scared stiff if she gets sick. I can tell by how I felt when I
thought she was gone. So if You sent me God, it's up to You to help me.
Come on now! If You see the sparrows when they fall, You jest good
naturedly ought to see Lily Peaches, 'cause she's always been down, and
she can't ever get up, unless we can help her. Help me all You can O God,
and send me help to help her all I can, 'cause she can use all the help
she can get, and then some! Amen!"

Mickey took one of Peaches' hands in his.

"I ain't the time now, but to-night I got to cut your nails and clean
them, then I guess you'll do to start on," he said as he squeezed the
hand. "Lily! Lily Peaches, wake up! It's morning now. I got to go out with
the papers to earn supper to-night. Wake up! I must wash you and feed you
'fore I go."

Peaches opened her eyes, drawing back startled.

"Easy now!" cautioned Mickey. "Easy now! Don't be scared. Nobody can 'get'
you here! What you want for breakfast, Flowersy-girl? Little Lily white."