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Virginia made a negative gesture and smiled, settling herself hopefully for a story, but Lafe brought a frightened expression quickly to her face by his low, even voice, and the ominous meaning of his words. "Me an' Peg's awful poor," said he. "Then mebbe I'd better not stay, Mr. Lafe," faltered Jinnie. The cobbler threaded his fingers through his hair.
"She positively refused to go with me." "I know it, but she thought me an' Lafe wouldn't let 'er." Theodore moved uneasily about the office. "And would you?" he asked presently. "Sure," responded Peggy, nodding vigorously. "Sure! Jinnie's been workin' awful hard for years, an' Lafe'd like you to take 'er. But you musn't tell 'er I come here." Saying this, Peggy rose to her feet.
"I guess I kin account for near half of the boys, Lafe, and I guess you kin line up clost to half with the railroads, can't you? Well, you don't stand to lose nothin', do you? All we got to do is keep them decidin' votes where we want 'em." Then he leaned over and whispered in Lafe's ear briefly. Lafe's thin lips curved upward a trifle at the ends. "Scattergood," said he, "this here's an idee.
It's that big un that presides at the kitchen-door. Thar's always a fust un an' a last un a number one an' a number two. The fust is to wash an' comb by; the next is to come in the dinin'-room, but, mark you, not in a hurry. I'd lafe a heap o' times if she wasn't so all-fired serious over it. Goin' to school ain't in it. In her thick black she looks as important and stern as a judge in his robes."
"Now we have found out that something is going to take place at Lafe Green's house sometime after midnight, and it is imperative to our success that we go there immediately and see what can be done to find out what is being plotted. I am sure that we can put every trust in you, so I am going to confide in you.
"What mistake?" asked Peg again. "They think Lafe shot " Peggy wheeled on the hesitating speaker. Shoving her to one side, she stalked through the door. Jinnie flew after her. "Peggy, Peg, he'll come back!" Mrs. Grandoken opened the shop door and the empty room with overturned chairs and scattered tools told its silent, eloquent tale. "Honey," whispered Jinnie. "Honey dear "
"His angels've got charge of him, all right." "I was wondering something," ventured the girl, thoughtfully. "Couldn't we take him in the 'Happy in Spite'?... Eh, Lafe?" Lake looked at her in surprise. "I never thought of takin' anything dead in the club," said he dubiously. "But he's happy, you said, Lafe?" "He's happy enough, yes, sure!" "Then let's take him in," repeated Jinnie eagerly.
Blaine therefore zigzagged more to westward, thereby throwing the reviving Erwin into an easier position. At this an easier position. At this Blaine was pleased to see his friend look wonderingly at him and the bowed head slightly raise itself. "Lay still right where you are, Orry," murmured Lafe. "There's a Boche after us.
A few minutes later, with the little dog at their heels, they were wending their way up the board walk to the hill. Mr. Grandoken, alone in his shop, worked with contented vigor. The days, those beautiful summer days, were bringing untold joy to him. Peggy seemed in brighter spirits, and Jinnie's radiant face made Lafe rejoice.
Jinnie squatted upon her feet, while Lafe wheeled his chair a bit nearer. For some moments the trio watched the small dog, struggling to regain consciousness. Then Peggy took him from the water and wrapped him carefully in her apron. "Lordy, he's openin' his eyes," she grinned, "an' you, girl, you go in there by the fire an' just hold him in your arms. Mebbe he'll come round all right.
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