Michael O'Halloran — Peaches' Preference in Blessings
"_God ain't made a sweeter girl 'An Lily, at keeps my heart a-whirl.
If I was to tell an awful whopper, I'd get took by the cross old copper.
_" Thus chanted Mickey at his door, his hands behind him.
Peaches stretched both hers toward him as usual; but he stood still, swinging in front of him a beautiful doll, for a little sick girl.
A baby doll in a long snowy dress and a lace cap; it held outstretched arms, but was not heavy enough to tire small wavering hands.
Peaches lunged forward until only Mickey's agility saved her from falling.
He tossed the doll on the bed, and caught the child, the lump in his throat so big his voice was strained as he cried: "Why you silly thing!"
With her safe he again proffered it.
Peaches shut her eyes and buried her face on his breast.
"Oh don't let me see it!
Take it away!"
"Why Lily!
I thought you'd be crazy about it," marvelled Mickey.
"Honest I did!
The prettiest lady sent it to you.
Let me tell you!"
"Giving them up is worser 'an never having them.
Take it away!"
wailed Peaches.
"Well Lily!"
said Mickey.
"I never was stuck up about my looks, but I didn't s'pose I looked so like a granny that you'd think _that_ of me.
Don't I seem man enough to take care of a little flowersy-girl 'thout selling her doll?
There's where I got your granny skinned a mile.
I
don't booze, and I never will.
Mother hammered that into me.
Now look what a pretty it is!
You'll just love it!
I wouldn't take it!
I'd lay out anybody who would.
Come on now!
Negotiate it!
Get your flippers on it!"
He was holding the child gently and stroking her tumbled hair.
When he put her from him to see her face, Mickey was filled with envy because he had been forced to admit the gift was not from him.
He shut his lips tight, but his face was grim as he studied Peaches' flushed cheeks and wet eyes, and noted the shaking eagerness for the doll she was afraid to look at.
He reached over and put it into her arms, then piled the pillows so she could see better, talking the while to comfort her.
"Course it is yours!
Course nobody is going to take it!
Course you shall _always_ have it, and maybe a grown-up lady doll by Christmas.
Who knows?"
In utter content Peaches sank against the pillows, watching Mickey, while she gripped the baby.
"Thank you, Mickey-lovest," she said.
"Oh thank you for this Precious Child!"
"You got to thank a lady about twice my height, with dark hair, pink cheeks, and beautiful dresses.
She's got a big rest house, a lover man, and an automobile I wish you could see, Lily," he said.
"If I was on the rags in the corner, I'd have this child--wouldn't I?"
scoffed Peaches, still clutching the doll, but her gaze on Mickey.
"What happened was, 'at she _liked you_ for something, and _give_ you the baby, so you brought it to me.
Thank you Mickey, for this Precious Child!"
Peaches lifted her lips.
Mickey met them more obsessed than before.
Then she turned away, clasping the doll.
Mickey could see that the tears were slipping from under the child's closed lids, but her lips were on the doll face, so he knew she was happy.
He stole out to bring in his purchases for supper, and begin his evening work.
He gave Peaches a drink, her daily rub, cleaned the room without making dust as the nurse had shown him, and brought water.
He shook his fist at the faucet.
"Now hereafter, nix on the butting in!"
he said belligerently.
"Mebby I couldn't have got _that_ doll, but I could have got one she'd have _liked_ just as well, and earned it extra, in one day.
There's one feature of the Big Brother business that I was a little too fast on.
He's the finest man that ever wanted me, while his rooms are done shameful.
I could put a glitter on them so he could see himself with the things he has to work with, and he said any time I wanted it, the job was mine.
It wouldn't be cheating him any if I took it, and did better work than he's getting, and my steady papers are sure in the morning; that would be sure in the afternoon, and if I cut ice with a buzz saw, I might get through in time to pick up something else before coming home, and being sure beats _hoping_ a mile, yes ten miles!
Mebby I'll investigate that business a little further, 'cause hereafter I provide for my own family.
See?
Lily was grand about it.
Gee!
she's smart to think it out that way all in a minute.
But by and by she's going to have a lot of time to think.
Then she'll be remembering about the lady I got to tell her of 'stead of _me_, as she _should!
_ Guess I'll run my own family!
I'll take another look at cleaning that office.
There ain't any lap-dog business in a job, and being paid for it, if you do it well."
Mickey turned the faucet and marched up the stairs with head high and shoulders square.
His face was grave while he worked, but Peaches was so happy she did not notice.
When he came with her supper she kissed the doll, then insisted on Mickey kissing it also.
Such was the state of his subjugation he commenced with "Aw!"
and ended by doing as he was told.
He even helped lay the doll beside Peaches exactly as her fancy dictated, and covered it with her sheet, putting its hands outside.
Peaches was enchanted.
She insisted on offering it a drink of her milk first, and was so tremulously careful lest she spill a drop that Mickey had to guide her hand.
He promised to wash the doll's dress if she did have an accident, or when it became soiled, and bowed his head meekly to the crowning concession by sitting on the edge of the bed, after he had finished his evening work, and holding the doll where she could see it, exactly as instructed, while he told her about his wonderful adventure.
"Began yesterday," explained Mickey.
"You know I told you there was going to be a surprise.
Well this is it.
When the lady gave me the ribbons for you, she told me to come back to-night, and get it.
Course I _could_ a-got it myself.
I _would_ a-got it for Christmas----" "Oh Mickey-lovest, does Christmas come here?"
"Surest thing you know!"
said Mickey.
"A fat stocking full of every single thing the Nurse Lady tell Santa Claus a little--a little flowersy-girl that ain't so strong yet, may have, and a big lady doll and a picture book."
"But I never had no stockings," said Peaches.
"Well you'll have by _that_ time," promised Mickey.
"Oh Mickey, I'm so glad I want to say a prayin's 'at you found _me_, 'stead of some other kid!"
exulted Peaches.
"Yes Miss, and that's one thing I forgot!"
said Mickey.
"We'll _begin_ to-night.
You ain't a properly raised lady unless you say your prayers.
I know the one _She_ taught me.
To-night will be a good time, 'cause you'll be so thankful for your pretty ribbons and your baby, that you'll just love to say a real thankful prayer."
"Mickey, I ain't goin' to say prayin's!
I just _said_ I was," explained Peaches.
"I never said none for granny, 'cause she only told me to when she was drunk."
"No and you never had a box of ribbons to make you look so sweet, or a baby to stay with you while I'm gone.
If you ain't thankful enough for them to say your prayers, you shouldn't have them, nor any more, nor Christmas, nor anything, but just--_just like you was_."
Peaches blinked, gasped, digested the statements, then yielded wholly.
"I guess I'll say them.
Mickey when shall I?"
"To-night 'fore you go to sleep," said Mickey.
"Now tell me about the baby," urged Peaches.
"Sure!
I _was!
_ I _could_ a-got it myself, like I was telling you; but the ones in the stores have such funny clothes.
They look so silly.
I
knew I couldn't wash them and of course they'd get dirty like everything does, and we couldn't _have_ them dirty, so I thought it over, and I said to Mickey-boy, 'if the Joy Lady is so anxious to get the baby, and sew its clothes herself, why I'll just let her,' so I did _let_ her, but it took some time to make them, so I had to wait to bring it 'til tonight.
I was to go to her house after it, and when I got there she was coming home in her car from a long drive, and gee, Lily, I wish you could have seen her!
She's the prettiest lady, and the most joyous lady I ever saw."
"Prettier than the Nurse Lady?"
asked Peaches.
"Well different," explained Mickey.
"Nurse Lady is all gold like the end of Sunrise Alley at four o'clock in the morning.
This lady has dark hair and eyes.
Both of them are as pretty as women are made, but they are not the same.
Nurse Lady is when the sun comes up, and warms and comforts the world; but the doll-lady is like all the stars twinkling in the moonlight on the park lake, and music playing, and everybody dancing.
The doll-lady is joy, just the Joy Lady.
Gee, Lily, you should have seen her face when the car stopped, while I was coming down the steps."
"Was she so glad to see you?"
asked Peaches.
"'Twasn't me!"
said Mickey.
"'Twas on her face _before_ she saw me.
She was just gleaming, and shining, and spilling over joy!
She isn't the kind that would dance on the street, nor where it ain't nice to dance;
but she was dancing inside just the same.
She pulled me right into that big fine car, so I sat on the seat with her, and we went sailing, and skating, and flying along and all the boys guying me, but I didn't care!
I like to ride in her car!
I never rode in a car like that before.
She went a-whizzing right to the office of the big man, where maybe I'll work; I guess I'll go see him tomorrow, I got a hankering for knowing what I'm going to _do_, and _where_ I'm going to be paid for it.
Well she went spinning there, and she said 'you wait a minute,' then she ran in and pretty soon out she came with him.
His name is Mr. Douglas Bruce, and I guess it would be a little closer what _She'd_ think right if I'd use it.
And hers he calls her by, is Leslie.
Ain't that pretty?
When he says 'Leslie' sounds as if he kissed the name as it came through.
Honest it does!"
"I bet he says it just like you say 'Lily!'
" "I wonder now!"
grinned Mickey.
"Well he came out and what she had told him, set him crazy too.
They just talked a streak, but he shook hands with me, and she said, 'You tell the driver where to go Mickey,' and I said, 'Go where, Miss?'
and she said, 'To take you home,' and I said, 'You don't need!'
and she said, 'I'd like to!'
and I saw she didn't care _what_ she did, so I just sent him to the end of the car line and saved my nickel, and then I come on here, and both of them----" "What?"
asked Peaches eagerly.
Mickey changed the "wanted to come to see you" that had been on his lips.
If he told Peaches that, and she asked for them to come, and they came, and then thought he was not taking care of her right, and took her away from him--then what?
"Said good-bye the nicest," he substituted.
"And I'm going to see if she wants any more letters carried as soon as my papers are gone in the morning, and if she does, I'm going to take them, and if one is to him, I'm going to ask him more about the job he offered me, and if we can agree, I'm going to take it.
Then I can buy you what you want myself, because I'll know every day exactly what I'll have, and when the rent is counted out, and for the papers, all the rest will be for eating, and what you need, and to save for your new back."
"My, I wisht I had it now!"
cried Peaches.
"I wisht I could a-rode in that car too!
Wasn't it perfeckly grand Mickey?"
"Grand as any king," said Mickey.
"What is a king?"
asked Peaches.
"One of the big bosses across the ocean," explained Mickey.
"You'll learn them when you get farther with your lessons.
They own most all the money, and the finest houses, and _all the people_.
Just _own_ them.
Own them so's they can tell good friends to go to it, and _kill_ each other, even _relations_."
"And do they _do_ it?"
marvelled Peaches.
"Sure they do it!"
cried Mickey.
"Why they are doing it _right now!
_ I
could bring a paper and read you things that would make you so sick you couldn't sit up!"
"What kind of things, Mickey?"
"About kings making all the fathers kill each other, and burn down each other's houses, and blow up the cities, and eat all the food themselves, and leave the mothers with no home, and no groceries, and no stove, and no beds, and the bullets flying, and the cities burning, and no place to go, and the children starving and dying--Gee, I ain't ever going to tell you any more, Lily!
It's too awful!
You'd feel better not to know.
Honest you would!
Wish I hadn't told you anything about it at all.
Where's your slate?
We got to do lessons 'fore it gets so dark and we are so sleepy we can't see."
Peaches proudly handed him the slate.
In wavering lines and tremulous curves ran her first day's work alone, over erasures, and with relinings, in hills and deep depressions, which it is possible Mickey read because he knew what it had to be, he proudly translated, "Mickey-lovest."
Then the lines of the night before, then "cow" and "milk."
And then Mickey whooped because he faintly recognized an effort to draw a picture of the cow and the milk bottle.
"Grand Lily!"
he cried.
"Gee, you're the smartest kid I ever knew!
You'll know all I do 'fore long, and then you'll need your back, so's you can get ready to go to a Young Ladies' Sem'nary."
"What's that?"
interestedly asked Peaches.
"A school.
Where other _nice_ girls go, and where you learn all that I don't know to teach you," said Mickey.
"I won't go!"
said Peaches.
"Oh yes you will, Miss," said Mickey.
"'Cause you're my family, so you'll do as I say."
"Will you go with me?"
asked Peaches.
"Sure!
I'll take you there in a big au----Oh, I don't know as I will either.
We'll have to save our money, if we _both_ go.
We'll go on a _street_ car, and walk up a grand av'noo among trees, and I'll take you in, and see if your room is right, and everything, and all the girls will like you 'cause you're so smart, and your hair's so pretty, and then I'll go to a boys' school close by, and learn how to make poetry pieces that beat any in the papers.
Every time I make a new one I'll come and ask, 'Is Miss Lily--Miss Lily Peaches----' Gee kid, _what's your name?
_" Mickey stared at Peaches, while she stared back at him.
"I don't know," she said.
"Do you care, Mickey?"
"What was your granny's?"
asked Mickey.
"I don't know," answered Peaches.
"Was she your mother's mother?"
persisted Mickey.
"Yes," replied Peaches.
"Did you ever see your father?"
Mickey went on.
"I don't know nothing about fathers," she said.
Mickey heaved a deep sigh.
"Well!
_That's_ over!"
he said.
"_I_ know something about fathers.
I
know a lot.
I know that you are no worse off, not knowing _who_ your father was than to know he was so _mean_ that you are _glad_ he's dead.
Your way leaves you _hoping_ that he was just awful nice, and got killed, or was taken sick or something; my way, there ain't no doubts in your mind.
You are plumb sure he wasn't decent.
Don't you bother none about fathers!"
"My I'm glad, Mickey!"
cried Peaches joyously.
"So am I," said Mickey emphatically.
"We don't want any fathers coming here to butt in on us, just as we get your back Carreled and you ready to start to school."
"Can I go without a _name_ Mickey?"
asked Peaches.
"Course not!"
said Mickey.
"You have to put your name on a roll the first thing, then you must be interdooced to the Head Lady and all the girls."
"What'll I do Mickey?"
anxiously inquired Peaches.
"Well, for smart as you are in some spots, you're awful dumb in others," commented Mickey.
"What'll you do, saphead?
Gee!
Ain't you _mine?
_ Ain't you my _family?
_ Ain't _my name_ good enough for you?
Your name will be Miss Lily Peaches O'Halloran.
That's a name good enough for a Queen Lady!"
"What's a Queen?"
inquired Peaches.
"Wife of those kings we were just talking about."
"Sure!"
said Peaches.
"None of them have a nicer name than that!
Mickey, is my bow straight?"
"Naw it ain't!"
said Mickey.
"Take the baby 'til I fix it!
It's about slipped off!
There!
That's better."
"Mickey, let me see it!"
suggested Peaches.
Mickey brought the mirror.
She looked so long he grew tired and started to put it back, but she clung to it.
"Just lay it on the bed," she said.
"Naw I don't, Miss Chicken--O'Halloran!"
he said.
"Mirrors cost money, and if you pull the sheet in the night, and slide ours off, and it breaks, we got seven years of bad luck coming, and we are nix on changing the luck we have right now.
It's good enough for us.
Think of them Belgium kids where the kings are making the fathers fight.
This goes where it belongs, then you take your drink, and let me beat your pillow, and you fix your baby, and then we'll say our prayers, and go to sleep."
Mickey replaced the mirror and carried out the program he had outlined.
When he came to the prayer he ordered Peaches to shut her eyes, fold her hands and repeat after him: "'Now I lay me down to sleep'"---- Peaches' eyes opened.
"Oh, is it a poetry prayer, Mickey?"
she asked.
"Yes.
Kind of a one.
Say it," answered Mickey.
Peaches obeyed, repeating the words lingeringly and in her sweetest tones.
Mickey thrilled to his task.
"'I pray the Lord my soul to keep'"----he proceeded.
"What's my soul, Mickey?"
she asked.
"The very nicest thing inside of you," explained Mickey.
"Go on!"
"Like my heart?"
questioned Peaches.
"Yes.
Only nicer," said Mickey.
"Shut your eyes and go on!"
Peaches obeyed.
"'If I should die before I wake'"----continued Mickey.
Peaches' eyes flashed open; she drew back in horror.
