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"I've done everything I can, and I'll make Bobbie promise not to say a word to any one if you'll take him to Mrs. Grandoken." Morse shook his head. "Too dangerous," he replied, and he went out without a glance at the blind boy on the divan. Once more alone with Bobbie, Jinnie sat down to think. How could she rescue him from this awful position? How get him back to Peggy?
Then, as he leaned his golden head against his friend, Lafe's arm fell about him. "Tell me, laddie," insisted Mr. Grandoken. "My stars're all gone out," faltered the boy sadly. "What made 'em go out, Bob?... Can you tell?" "Yes," blubbered Bobbie. "I guess Jinnie's sick, that's what's the matter." "Sick?" asked Lafe, in a startled voice. "Who said so?... Did she?" Bobbie shook his head.
Grandoken, looking from one to the other, noticed Lafe's gravity and signs of Jinnie's tears. "What's the matter?" she inquired. Lafe told her quietly, and finished with his hand on Jinnie's head. "Our little helper ought to have some fun, Peggy." Jinnie glanced up. What would Peggy think? But for a few minutes Peg didn't tell them. Then she said: "She ought a went, I think, Lafe."
Grandoken, "with this difference wishin' is askin' somethin' out of somewhere of some one you don't know; prayin' is just talkin' to some one you're acquainted with! See?" "Yes, I think I do," responded the girl. "Your way is mostly praying, isn't it, Lafe?" "Prayin's more powerful than wishin', lass," said Lafe.
But on the railroad tracks Virginia saw a man standing with his hands thrust deep into his pockets. "What'd you want of Lafe Grandoken?" asked the fellow in reply to her question. "I've come to see him," answered Jinnie evasively. "He's a cobbler and lives down with the shortwood gatherers there on Paradise Road. Littlest shack of the bunch! He ain't far from my folks. My name's Maudlin Bates."
"I think it could be did," she ended, looking at her husband. "Mebbe," said Mr. Grandoken thoughtfully. "I'll do it," snapped Peg, "but I hate 'er, an' you can bang me if that ain't a fact, but but I'll go, I said." About ten o'clock Peggy dressed and went out. Theodore King was in his office, trying to keep his mind on a line of figures. Of late work palled on him.
"Then tell me what you did to Jinnie Grandoken." "I can't! I can't!" When another knock sounded on the door, Theodore opened it and took the papers through the smallest imaginable crack. Molly crawled to a chair and leaned her head upon the seat. Without a word, Theodore sat down and began to turn the pages of the papers nervously.
Then the two looked long and steadily at each other. "What're you drivin' at?" blurted Bates. "Only that I'm also interested in getting Jinnie away from Grandoken. The fact is I hate King, and I think it's a good way to get even with him." He refrained, however, from mentioning he was Jinnie's relative. "D'you have me in mind when you come here?" questioned Bates. "No!
Theodore turned to her after she had reseated herself. "Molly," he began, "do you know where Jinnie Grandoken is?" Molly's eyelids narrowed. So he was still thinking of the girl! "No," she said deliberately. "It seems strange," went on King somberly. "I've tried every way I know how to discover her whereabouts, and can't. I sent to the Grandoken's for her, but she was gone."
"Tain't no credit to me what my hands do, Miss Jinnie," she said querulously. "I didn't make 'em." The girl's happiness was absolutely complete. The dress would be finished and Sunday evening oh, Sunday evening! Then she walked restlessly to the window and studied the sky. "I hope it doesn't rain to-morrow!... Oh, Peggy, don't you hope so too?" Mrs. Grandoken glowered at her.
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