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And when I find her, you know very well I will return every penny I've borrowed." And later, when Molly went to her room, she walked up and down thoughtfully, trying to bring to her mind the familiar violet eyes and the mass of purple black curls which were the crowning glory of Jinnie Grandoken. One Sunday morning, Jinnie sat with Lafe in the shop.
After leaving Lafe's message at the Bates' cottage, Jinnie stepped from the tracks to the marshes with a joyful heart. Of course nothing could harm her! Lafe's faith, mingled with her own, would save her from every evil in the world. When Bates opened the shop door, the cobbler looked up gravely. He nodded his head to Jasper's, "Howdy do, Grandoken?" "Sit down," said Lafe.
Jordan repeated his conversation with Maudlin Bates, stating how his plans had suddenly matured on hearing the wood gatherer denounce King and Grandoken. Then he proceeded a little more calmly. "It seems I hadn't been at the side door of Grandoken's shack a minute before Theodore drove up." Molly's hands came together. "Theodore?" she repeated breathlessly.
Grandoken by a look interrupted her explanation. "Milly Ann?" he repeated. Then came the story of the mother-cat and her babies. Jinnie lifted the towel, and the almost smothered kittens scrambled over the top of the pail. Milly Ann stretched her cramped legs, then proceeded vigorously to wash the faces of her numerous children.
"Get out of my way till I go to the kitchen, or I'll kick you out." When Mrs. Grandoken brought the water, they worked over the cat for a long time, and at length Peg carried the poor little mangled body to the kitchen, Bobbie following her. Jinnie sat down beside the cobbler on the bench. "There's something I don't know, Jinnie," he said.
"That you must just tell God about it " Jinnie lifted a white, lovely face. "He's everywhere not away off," she proceeded. "Talk to Him just like you would to Lafe or me." Mrs. Grandoken sunk lower in her chair. "I wisht I'd learnt when Lafe was here. Now I dunno how." "But will you try?" Jinnie pleaded after a little. "You know 'em better'n I do, Jinnie," Peg muttered, dejectedly.
"I couldn't live without it any more'n I could without Milly Ann." The cobbler nodded. "You play?" he questioned. "A little," replied the girl. Mr. Grandoken eyed the instrument on the floor beside the pail. "You oughter have a box to put it in," he suggested. "It might get wet." Virginia acquiesced by bowing her head.
Molly went to him quickly and leaned over the bed. She wanted oh, how she wanted to feel his arms about her! But he only touched her cold hand lightly. "Help me, Molly," he breathed. Molly choked back an explanation. She would glory in doing anything for him anything within her power; but nothing, nothing for Jinnie Grandoken. Suddenly an idea took possession of her.
"Cobbler, oh, dear good Lafe," cried the girl, "the dog's living! Peg says I can keep 'im, and I'm goin' to fiddle for him to-night. Do you think he'll forget all about his hurt if I do that, Lafe?" At that moment, shamed that she had given in to the importunate Jinnie, Mrs. Grandoken opened the shop door, shoving the half wet dog inside.
"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 "
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