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Her mind was busy with thoughts of the new burden which the morning had brought. Generally Lafe consulted her about any problem that presented itself before him, but, that day, he had taken a young stranger into their home, and Mrs. Grandoken had used all kinds of arguments to persuade him to send the girl away. Peggy didn't want another mouth to feed.
This question brought the girl to the present. "No. I don't want him to know, either. Not till not till I'm eighteen." "Why?" Molly's tone was so cold and unsympathetic Jinnie regretted she had accepted her invitation to ride. But she need not be afraid; Lafe would keep her safe from all harm. Had she not tried out his faith and the angels' care with Maudlin Bates?
The six final votes had been cast and cast solidly against Scattergood's bill. Scattergood was beaten, decisively, destructively beaten. Not only was he defeated here, but he was smashed where the damage was even more destructive in his prestige. He was a discredited political leader.... Lafe Siggins could not restrain a chuckle, for Scattergood had played into his hands.
Knowles shook his head. "Unless you're particular to come along, Mr. Blake, I'd like you and Lafe to keep on with this survey. I've been worrying over the chance of losing my range, till it's got on my nerves." "Certainly, Mr. Knowles. I shall go ahead in the morning, if Ashton is able to rod.
She not only kissed Lafe, but Bobbie, Happy Pete, and Milly Ann, too, came in for their share. Peg looked so sour, so forbidding, that Jinnie only faltered, "Much obliged, Peggy darling.... Oh, I'm so happy!" She stood directly in front of Mrs. Grandoken. "Aren't you, dear?" she besought. "We're all glad, lass," put in the cobbler.
"It ain't a question of politeness at all, but just bein' downright wicked. See, kid?" "Yes, cobbler, I do now," Jinnie answered, hanging her head. "Nobody but Matty ever told me nothing before. I guess she didn't know much about angels, though." "Well," continued Lafe, going back to his story, "God give his little boy Jesus to a mighty good man an' a fine woman as fine as Peg to bring up.
It was after Jinnie had gone to bed with Bobbie that Peg spoke about it again to Lafe. "I've only got one thing I could rig her a dress out of," she said. "I don't want to do it because I hate her so! If I hated her any worse, I'd bust!" The cobbler raised his hand, making a gesture of denial. "Peggy, dear, you don't hate the poor little lass." "Yes, I do," said Peg.
In consternation the jury sat in their chairs like graven images, taking in the freshly wrought tragedy with tense expressions. The judge, too, leaned forward in his chair, watching. Jordan Morse faced the room, with its silent, observant crowd, pressing to his breast the dead body of his child. Then he turned to Lafe, white, twitching, and suffering.
The engine passed with a shrieking whistle, and the horses received a sharp crack and galloped off. Jinnie flung out her arms. "Lafe!" she screamed. "I'll stay with Peg till you come." He heard the words, waved once more, and the wagon disappeared over the bridge. For full ten minutes after Lafe was taken away, Jinnie sat in the shop like one turned to stone.
Then she looked about once more, craning her neck to catch sight of those ahead. Her eyes fell first upon Lafe, God bless him! There he sat, her cobbler, in the same old wheelchair, wearing that look of benign patience so familiar to her. Only a little distance from him sat Peggy, the baby sleeping on her knees.
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