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At the faint howl, the boy's hands quivered violently in Jinnie's. He caught his breath painfully. "Oh, who're you? Are you a boy or a girl?" His eyes were touched with an indefinable expression. Jinnie flushed as she scanned for a moment her calico skirt and overhanging blouse. Then with a tragic expression she released her hands, and ran her fingers through her hair.
"Shall I wrap it in paper?" asked the other. "No, I'll carry it this way. I'd like to look at it going home." The girl passed the rose to Jinnie. "It smells nice, too," she commented. "Yes," assented Jinnie, delightedly, taking a whiff. Then she went on to the meat market to buy the small amount of meat required for the three of them.
"And what if I did? It's only a cat. Throw it down and come with me immediately." Jinnie wasn't used to such sentiments. She got to her feet, a queer, rebellious feeling buzzing through her brain. "I'm going to walk home," she said brokenly, "and take the kitty with me." Saying this, she took off her jacket and wrapped it about the cat. Molly glared at her furiously.
"It ain't any of Maudlin's business who helps Jinnie," interrupted Lafe. "If you got any shoes needin' fixin', tote 'em over, Jasper." Bates left the shop and Lafe fell to work vigorously. Maudlin Bates stood at the path leading to the marshes. He was waiting for Jinnie to appear with her load of shortwood.
"Tell me how the dress looks, dear," he whispered, tugging at her sleeve. "Sure," agreed Jinnie. "Feel right here! Well, that's a beautiful red rose and here's a yellow one." She took his small finger and traced it over a yard of lace. "Feel that?" "Yes," murmured Bobbie. "Well, that's a green vine running up and down, and all around among the roses." "Oh, my!" gasped Bobbie. "Red and yellow.
An' if y' don't like it, y' can lump it. If the lumps is too big, smash 'em." "I know you hate us, darling," Jinnie admitted, "but, Peg, I want to tell you this: it's ever so much easier to love folks than to hate 'em, and as long as the kitties're going to stay, I thought mebbe if you kissed 'em once " Then she extended the kitten. "I brought you one to try on."
She only said: "'Twasn't your fault, miss, that you ain't almost dead yourself.... I'll get a dish with some water.... You need it as much as the cat." It was Bobbie who brought from Peggy a fierce ejaculation. He was standing in the middle of the floor with fluttering hands, a woebegone expression on his upturned face. "My stars're goin' out," he whimpered. "I want to touch my Jinnie."
Theodore's more lucky than I thought. So that's the way you love him?" She grew more inexplicable with each passing day. "Poor Theodore!" murmured Morse, to break the tense silence. "I thought it all out this morning," explained Jinnie. "Bobbie's awfully ill, terribly. He can't live long anyway, and I " A terrific sob shook her as a raging gale rends a slender flower.
Molly hoped Theo would send the girl alone in the car with Bennett, but as she saw him put on his hat, she said, with hesitancy: "Mayn't I go along?" She asked the question of Theodore, and realized instantly that he did not want her. Jinnie came forward impetuously. "Oh, do come, Miss Merriweather! It'll be so nice." And Molly hated the girl more cordially than ever.
Long ago he had realized in Jinnie and the fiddle essentials essentials to his future and his happiness, and to-day her kisses and divine, womanly yielding had only strengthened that realization. Nothing now was of any importance to him save this vibrant, temperamental girl. There was something so delightfully young so pricelessly dear in the way she had surrendered herself to him.
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