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Bobbie ran his fingers over the paper, trying with sensitive finger tips to follow the ink traces. "Can I keep it a little while?" he begged.... "Please, Peggy!" "Sure," said Peg, putting him down, and when the baby cried, Mrs. Grandoken left the blind child hugging Happy Pete, with Jinnie's letter flattened across his chest between him and the dog. Jinnie had been gone two weeks.
And as he meditated and listened, Lafe felt that each tone of Jinnie's fiddle had a soul of its own that the instrument was peopled with angel voices voices that soothed him when he suffered beyond description voices that now expressed in rhythmical harmony the peace within him. Jinnie was able to put an estimate on his moods, and knew just what comfort he needed most.
As Morse had said, Theodore was home, looking more like himself. With her heart in her mouth, the woman entered his sitting room with Jinnie's letter. Jordan had had it mailed to King from Binghamton. "I've brought you a letter, Theodore," smiled Molly nervously. He extended his hand, and upon recognizing the handwriting, turned deadly white. "I'd like to be alone," said he without looking up.
"He has given His angels charge over thee." Oh God! Dear God! What glorious, blessed words! Lafe's angels, her angels Jinnie's heart throbbed with faith. Once Lafe had told her no one, no, not even Maudlin Bates, could keep her own from her! Her honor and her very life were in the tender hands of the cobbler's angels.
King explained the accident as best he could, and after he departed Mrs. Grandoken came in with Bobbie clinging to her skirts. Then the story was repeated. "Can't we do something for him, Peg?" pleaded Jinnie. Peg knelt down and examined the animal as it lay on the floor. She would not have admitted for anything that she was disturbed because of Jinnie's fall.
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.
If you don't, take my word for it! There ain't nothin' doin' for him far's Jinnie's concerned!... I sent for you to bargain with you." Jasper pricked up his ears. The word "bargain" always attracted him. "Well?" he questioned. "You keep your boy from my girl and I'll do all your family cobblin' for nothin' till Jinnie's a woman." Bates leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.
Then turning to Molly, she bent an entreating look upon her. "Please do something for him. Get a doctor, oh, do! He's so little and so sick." "I'm not a bit interested in him," replied Molly with a shrug. Jinnie's nerves had borne all they could. She trembled unceasingly. The girlish spirit had been broken by Morse's continual persecution.
And there's lots of it, Lafe?" "Lots," replied Lafe. Sell wood! The very words, new, wonderful, and full of action, rang through Jinnie's soul like sweet sounding bells. Waves of unknown sensations beat delightfully upon her girlish heart. If she brought in a little money every day, Peggy would be kinder. She could; she was sure she could.
Lafe thought and thought and thought, while Peggy walked through his day dreams like some radiant being. "A baby my baby, in the house," sang the cobbler's heart. "A baby, our baby, in the house," poured from Jinnie's soul, and "Baby, little baby," sprang from the fiddle over and over, as golden flashes of the sun warms the earth. Truly was Lafe being revivified; truly was Jinnie! Theodore King!
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