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Updated: June 27, 2025
"I'm so glad," sighed Jinnie, reverently. "Look!... Peg's coming now!" They both watched Mrs. Grandoken as she stolidly crossed the tracks, leading Bobbie by the hand. And later Jinnie hovered over Peggy in the kitchen. The woman had taken on such a new dignity. She must be treated with the greatest and most extra care.
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.
King and Jinnie Grandoken were bowling along a white road toward a hill bounding the west side of the lake. "See that basket down here?" said the man after a long silence. "Yes." "That's our picnic dinner! I brought everything I thought a little girl with a sweet tooth might like." Jinnie had forgotten about food.
He was partly sitting up, and Molly placed another pillow under his head. Theodore wrote steadily for some moments. Then he addressed an envelope to "Jinnie Grandoken," placed the letter in it, and fastened down the flap. "You won't mind?" he asked wearily, handing it to Molly and sinking back. Molly took the letter, and with a few more words, went out.
"Lafe, what's against taking him into the 'Happy in Spite'? He's happier'n any kid in the whole world, having you for a daddy and Peg for his mother." Jinnie thrust the baby's plump hand through the bars, and Lafe, with tears in his eyes, shook it tenderly, then kissed it. "Lafe Grandoken, Jr," he whispered, "you're now a member of the 'Happy in Spite' Club."
"Peggy," she began softly, "things look awful bad just now, but Lafe told me once, when they looked that way, it was time for some one to come along and help. I'll tell you about it, Peg! Eh?" "Who c'n come?" demanded Mrs. Grandoken, irritably. "Mr. King can't, an' we hain't no other friends who'll come to a cobbler's shop." The question in her voice gave Jinnie the chance she was looking for.
Grandoken, dark-faced, with drooping lips, ordered the girl into the kitchen. Alone with his wife, Lafe read Singleton's letter aloud. "I've heard as much of her yarn as I can get," he said, glancing up. "I just wanted to tell you she was here." "We ain't got a cent to bless ourselves with," grumbled Mrs. Grandoken, "an' times is so hard I can't get more work than what I'm doin'."
Grandoken to bed, and then went to comfort Bobbie. She found him huddled on his pillow, clasping Happy Pete in his arms. The small face was streaked with tears and half buried from sight. "Bobbie," called Jinnie softly. The yellow head came up with a jerk, the flashing grey eyes begging in mute helplessness an explanation for these unusual happenings. "I'm here, Jinnie.
When he sent for her a little while later, and she sat opposite him, he said: "I'd rather not speak of of Miss Grandoken again. Will you give me a drink, Molly?" And the woman noted the hurt look in his eyes. "Jinnie, ain't we ever goin' back to Peggy?" Bobbie asked one day, his eyes rolling upward. His small face was seamed with questioning anxiety. The girl drew him to her lap.
She had no friends just then, and because she knew she was dependent upon him for her very life, she listened in despair as he threw a truth at her. "The only friends you have're out of business! Lafe Grandoken will be electrocuted for murder " The hateful thing he had just said and the insistence in it maddened her. She covered her face with her hands and uttered a low cry.
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