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Over and over, as Lafe listened, he wondered where and how such music could be born in the child for Jinnie, to the lame cobbler, would always be a little, little girl. Later Jinnie went to the store, and when Peggy had watched her cross the street, she sat down in front of her husband. "Lafe," she said, "what's the kid goin' to wear to King's?... She can't go in them clothes she's got on."
At the door she turned and remarked, "You've got t'have a shoulder strap to hold the wood, an' you musn't carry too much to onct. It might hurt your back." "I'll be careful," gulped Jinnie, "and mebbe I could help make the strap, eh, Lafe?" An hour later Jinnie was running a long needle through a tough piece of leather.
In hours like these they thoroughly enjoyed themselves. The quietude of these precious Sabbath moments made the week, with its arduous tasks, bearable to the sensitive girl. For several days past Jinnie had noticed Lafe had something on his mind, but she always allowed him to tell her everything in his own good time. Now she felt the time had come.
She's got enough strength in her body to work ten times harder, but Peg " Here Lafe stopped and looked out to the hill beyond the tracks, "but, Peggy, perhaps we c'n find her somethin' else after a while, when there ain't so much fear of her uncle. To make a long story short, Peg, danger of him's the only thing that'll keep the kid luggin' wood."
"I thought you wouldn't let me " "You didn't ask me, did you, Jinnie?" "No, because because " "Because why?" Lafe intended to get at the root of the matter. "Too long from the shop! Bobbie needs me," replied Jinnie. "I don't think so, child.... The kid'd be all right with me and Peg." "Lafe?" cried Jinnie, standing up and throwing her arms around him.
"That's so, Lafe," accorded Jinnie, "and, Oh, dearie, I'll work so hard, so awful hard to get in more wood, and tell me, tell me when, Lafe; when is he coming to us, the Jew baby?" Lafe smiled at her eagerness. "You feel the same way as I do, honey," he observed. "The very same way!... Why, girlie, when Peg first told me I thought I'd get up and fly!"
We'll live with the birds and squirrels, and I'll sell wood so we c'n eat." When she raised her reproachful eyes to Peg, and finished with a swipe at her offending nose with her sleeve, she had never looked more beautiful, and Peggy glanced away, fearing she might weaken. "Tell Lafe I love him, and I love you, too, Peggy. I'll come every day and see you both, and bring you some money."
"He's beautiful, Peggy dear, ain't he?" he implored, drinking in with affectionate, fatherly eyes the rosy little face. "Wife darlin', make a long story short an' tell me he's beautiful." Mrs. Grandoken eyed her husband sternly. "Lafe," she admonished, "you're as full of brag as a egg is of meat, and salt won't save you.
He can bring along Rocket, to be ready for a chase, providing we can find the brute. Queer about that hawss. Wanted to ride him this morning. Found he'd got out and gone off the way he used to before Lafe gentled him." While talking, the two men had returned to the cowman's horse and started around the hill to the camp.
It would sure kill Stanley, if he isn't dead already." By the time they had their brief preparations completed, the fire, steadily approaching, struck the edge of an opening through the woods and suddenly burst into tremendous flame, with an accompanying report. "Wait, Lafe," cautioned Buck, for both were in their seats. "Let, me rise first. I'll mosey towards that fire.
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