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Updated: May 8, 2025
The thought of either not going to Mr. King's or that she might not have anything fit to wear filled the hours with nightmares and worryings. In the morning, after she crawled out of bed and was wearily dressing Bobbie, the little blind boy felt intuitively something was wrong with his friend. "Is Jinnie sick?" he whispered, feeling her face. "My stars ain't shinin' much." The girl kissed him.
Theodore couldn't analyze his feelings toward Jinnie, but he was determined none should make sport of her. "I've prepared a great treat for you," he stated, smiling, "but I want to ask you to overlook anything that may seem incongruous, for the musician is very sensitive." Then he went back for Jinnie, and she followed him into the large room.
Jinnie would reassure him on this point even by an untruth, for she might be driven, for the sake of Peggy and the children, to go back into that hated occupation. "I promise I won't," she said. "Are you still taking lessons?" Jinnie shook her head. "I couldn't when you were sick. I just couldn't." "But you must; you must go to-morrow.
"I'd better carry you a while, dearie," she offered presently, noting with what difficulty he breathed. "You take the fiddle!" And without remonstrance from the boy she lifted him in her arms. From the tracks Lafe's small house had the appearance of being unoccupied. Jinnie went in, walking from the shop to the kitchen, where she called "Peggy!" two or three times.
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.
"Yes," gulped Jinnie, "and Maudlin's dead. The hospital people say Mr. King can't live." The last words were stammered and scarcely audible. "Lafe, who shot him?" "I dunno," said Lafe. "Didn't you see who had the gun?" persisted the girl, wiping her eyes. "Mr. King didn't have it; nuther did Maudlin. It came from over there, an' I heard a car drive away right after."
With that she crawled through the hole, and when once on the stone ledge, she put her hand in on the boy's head. "Lift up your leg and hang tight to Petey," she shuddered, and the blind boy did as he was bidden, and Jinnie pulled him, with the dog and fiddle, through the opening. She put him on his knees in front of her with her arms tightly about him. "Jinnie, Jinnie!" moaned Bobbie.
Peggy didn't seem to notice the two as they entered, but she lifted the lace, displaying its length stolidly. Jinnie bounded forward. "What is it, Peg? What is it?" Lafe beamed through his spectacles. "A dress for you, girl dear. Peggy's givin' you the things she loves best. She's the only woman in the world, Jinnie." Reverently Jinnie went to Mrs. Grandoken's side.
Peggy was looking at her, with misery in her face. "I feel awful sick, Jinnie," she moaned. "Can't you say somethin' t'me, somethin' to make me feel better?" Something to make her feel better! The words touched the listener deeply. Oh, how she wanted to help! To alleviate Peg's suffering was her one desire.
Bobbie began to breathe naturally, and a beatific smile touched the corners of his lips. "I got so many stars to-day, Jinnie," he quavered, "one slipped right down my throat." "But you mustn't be scared again, Bobbie! If we stay, the black man'll come back and shake you again and take us to some place that'll make us both sick.
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