till quiet. Everybody ten about Bubber. ta and all ted in t room. Mister Singer stood in the doorway.

    After a long time

    die but t ured. he asked for Bubber.

    Nobody kneside. treet. t Spareribs and some ot to  for  looked like Bubber  of t around to a   be.

    porc,  saying. I never believed in it. But Im sure going to lay it onto t kid as soon as I get my hands on him.’

    Mick sat on ters and creet. I can manage Bubber. Once ake care of .’

    You go out and  for ter than anybody else.’

    As soon as  s a tree o love to sit up in tree  t porche dark yard.

    Sood for a minute by trunk of tree. Bubber—, sly. Its Mick.’

    ans s eacree o ill t any ans around t last soucrembling. ouc all at once.

    I—I didnt mean Baby to fall. S so little and cute—seemed to me like I just o take a pop at her.’

    Mick sat doree  a lot of people ing for you.’

    Bubber quit crying. .

    *You kno was like sening.

    You know arden Lawes—you he radio.

    And you knoing a letter to arden Latle bit kind to you wco Sing Sing.’

    t a srembling.

    t little electric c your size. And  fry up like a piece of burnt bacon. to hell.’

    Bubber  a sound from o get doter stay up  policemen guarding to eat’

    Mick leaned against trunk of tree. t eac. S t kid t a year or to stop off be on to t pretty quick. Sime it er Bubber and stle ree er t to pick up a gun again in all his life.

    till t on t porc talking or rockin