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"Don't you want me to help you?" Jinnie shook her head doubtfully. "It wouldn't help any, taking me away from Peggy. I'd rather you'd do something for Lafe. Help him get out of prison. Will you?" "I'm not interested in him," said Molly. "But I am in you " "Why?" blurted Jinnie. Molly colored. "One can't explain an interest like mine. But I'd go back to Mottville with you, and help you with your "
The woman smiled sweetly and drove to the edge of the pavement. "Good afternoon," she greeted Jinnie. "Won't you take a little ride with me? I'll drive you home afterwards." Jinnie's heart bounded. As yet Molly had not discovered her identity, and the girl, in spite of Lafe's caution, wanted to know all that had passed in Mottville after she left.
"And I've been thinking of something else, dear. I want to go to Mottville." Lafe's face paled. "I don't see how Peg an' me'll live without you, Jinnie." Jinnie touched the hand smoothing her curls. "I couldn't live without you either, Lafe, and I won't try " The cobbler bent and kissed her. "I won't try, dear," she repeated.
But he had hurried to Mottville from foreign lands to perform one duty, at least, to save her, if possible. So he returned to his vital subject. "Your Uncle Jordan's coming, perhaps this week. He's found out I'm here! That's why you must go away." "Shall I just go?" queried Virginia.
"I'm very well," she returned, demurely, "and I've learned some very lovely things. I went up twice to-day sometimes the master makes me come back in the afternoon." It eased his offended dignity to see her so happy, so vividly lovely. He had gone to Molly with the intention of asking her to go with him some day soon to Mottville.
She remembered the woman's kindly smiles so long ago in Mottville, and that she was a friend of Theodore King. She was startled, however, after they had ridden in silence a while, when the woman pronounced his name. "Have you seen Mr. King lately?" Jinnie shook her head. "I guess it's three days," she answered, low-voiced. Three days!
"Mottville Corners, N. Y. "Dear Mr. Grandoken," whispered Lafe. "My girl will bring you this, and, in excuse for sending her, I will briefly state: I'm very near the grave, and she's in great danger. I want to tell you that her Uncle Jordan Morse has conquered me and will her, if she's not looked after. For her mother's sake, I ask you to take her if you can.
"She had frost on her face a inch thick when she discovered them cats. I thought she'd hop right out of the window." "She says I must throw 'em away," ventured Jinnie. "Cluck! Cluck!" struck Lafe's tongue against the roof of his mouth, and he smiled. Jinnie loved that cluck. It put her in mind of the Mottville mother hens scratching for their chickens.
I've been studying a lot since I left Mottville.... Why sometimes " she resumed eagerly, "when we haven't had enough to eat, Lafe's made me buy a book to study out of, and I promised him I'd stay with his family till he came back. And " she walked to the edge of the porch, turning suddenly, "and he's coming back, all right," she ended, going down the stairs.
The vision of a black-haired girl in the arms of Theodore King haunted her through her restless dreams, and the agony was so intense that before the dawn broke over the hill she made up her mind to help her husband, even to the point of putting Jinnie out of existence. That morning Morse approached her with this command: "You try to get Jinnie to go with you to Mottville.
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