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Grandoken entered the shop and sat down opposite her husband. "Lafe," she began, clearing her throat. The cobbler questioned her with a glance. "That girl'll be the death of this hull shanty," she announced huskily. "I hate 'er more'n anything in the world." Lafe placed a half-mended shoe beside him on the bench. "What's ailin' 'er now, Peggy?"
A bit of the same sentiment that had worried her for over a year now attacked Mrs. Grandoken. Her common sense told her to dash away to the kitchen, but a tugging in her breast kept her anchored to the spot. Suddenly, without a word, she snatched the girl close to her broad breast and pressed her lips on Jinnie's with resounding smacks. "There! There! And there!" she cried, between the kisses.
"Her name is Grandoken, Miss Grandoken.... Come," he said, holding out his hand to Jinnie, and as she placed her fingers in his, he led her away. A large car was waiting at the front door, and he held her hand in his for a few seconds. The touch of her fingers thrilled him through and through.
Bobbie stumbled his unseeing way to her and shoved a small, cold hand into hers. "Jinnie's sad," he murmured. "Bobbie's stars're blinkin' out." Mrs. Grandoken and Jinnie had come to an understanding that Bobbie should not know of the cobbler's trouble, so the strong fingers closed over the little ones, but the girl did not speak.
Grandoken was a painter of houses!" Jinnie ruminated: "But that damn duffer back there says he's changed his work to cobbling. I'll go and see! I hope it won't be long before I'm as warm as can be. Wonder if he'll be glad to see me!" "It's the smallest house among 'em," she cogitated further, walking very fast. "Well! There ain't any of 'em very big."
"Oh, what is it, Peggy? Oh, my! Oh, my!" Peggy gave her a rough little shake. "I'll tell you what, Jinnie Grandoken, without any more ado. Well, they're cats, just plain everyday cats! Another batch of Miss Milly Ann's kits, if y' want to know. They can't stay in this house, miss, an' when I say a thing, I mean it! My word's law in this shanty!"
Noting her tense expression, Grandoken continued: "It was only a misunderstandin' 'tween a few Jews when they nailed the Christ to the cross. Why, a lot of Israelites back there believed in 'im. I'm one of them believin' Jews, Jinnie." "I wish I was a Jew, cobbler," sighed Jinnie. "I'd think the same as you then, wouldn't I?" "Oh, you don't have to be a Jew to believe," returned Lafe.
Life had ever vouchsafed Lafe Grandoken encouragement when the dawn was darkest. Now Peg's personal insult lined his clouds of fear with silver, and they sailed away in rapid succession as quickly as they had come; he saw them going like shadows under advancing sun rays.
She had hoped he would do as she wanted him to in spite of his appointment with Jinnie Grandoken. That evening Jinnie wore a beautiful new dress when she started for the Kings. Of course she didn't know that Theodore had arranged with Peggy to purchase it, and when Mrs. Grandoken had told her to come along and buy the gown, Jinnie's eyes sparkled, but she shook her head.
"Fired!" gasped Molly. "Yes, at Grandoken. I wanted to kill him " "But Theo you might have hit Theodore, Jordan." "But I didn't, I tell you! I'm sure I didn't. If I hit any one, 'twas Bates or the cobbler.... Get back near the veranda for fear Theodore 'phones." No sooner had the words left his lips than a bell sounded from the house. Molly ran up the steps.
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