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Updated: June 12, 2025
Willy Cameron sat on the bench, bent and staring ahead. Jinx brought the stick, and, receiving no attention, insinuated a dripping body between his knees. He patted the dog's head absently. "I have been thinking about the night I went to dinner at your house," he said at last. "I had no business to say what I said then.
You could gild the sky with what we've seen but we haven't washed enough dust to wear a hole in a tissue-paper pocket. I'll tell you the whole story. Lee packs a jinx with him. But Haines, did you ever see a lion as big as that?" The dimness of evening had grown rapidly through the room while they talked and now the light from the door was far less than the glow of the fire.
'No, said the child; 'but she's a very dear little kit, though she doesn't jump through rings nor dance polkas. 'Well, tastes differ, said Jinx; 'I prefer Skirrywinks. 'You've got a picture like mine, said Rosalie, after a time, when she saw that Jinx seemed inclined to talk. 'Yes, he said; 'have you one like it? I got it at Pendleton fair.
And he can't hurt this skirt I've got on. It's on its last legs." With which bit of unconscious humor Willy Cameron had sat down. Something warm and kindly glowed in his heart. He felt that dogs have a curious instinct for knowing what lies concealed in the human heart, and that Jinx had discovered something worth while in Edith's mother.
He was very short, not taller than Rosalie; he was so humpbacked, that he seemed to have no neck at all; and he had a very old and wizened and careworn face. It was hard to tell whether he was a man or a boy, he was so small in stature, and yet so sunken and shrivelled in appearance. 'Jinx, said the woman as he entered, 'here's a young lady come to your performance.
Why do you hate her so?" "I don't know's I hate her, but her and her husband have put a jinx on me. They're the worst people I ever see, Miz Austin." "You don't really believe in such things?" Blaze dusted off a seat for his visitor, saying: "I never did till lately, but now I'm worse than a plantation nigger. I tell you there's things in this world we don't sabe.
But before she could answer John Thomas and Jinx came in for their dinner, and they all insisted on Rosalie joining them. After dinner John Thomas sat in the caravan and smoked, and Jinx drove, and Rosalie sat still thinking.
Jinx, the little hybrid dog, occupied the seat of his one comfortable chair. He eyed the animal somberly. "Hereafter, old man," he said, "when I feel a spell of oratory coming on, you will have to be the audience." He took his dressing gown from a nail behind the door, and commenced to put it on. Then he took it off again and wrapped the dog in it.
'And then there are the lost sheep, said Rosalie, 'full of sin, and far away from the fold; they don't love the Good Shepherd, and sometimes they don't even know that they are lost. They are very far from the right way very far from being perfectly good and holy. 'Well, said Jinx, 'and what's the third kind of sheep? 'Oh, that's the sheep which was lost, but is found again!
'I can read it, if you like, said Rosalie. 'I have it here in a book. 'All right! read on, said Jinx graciously. Rosalie took her Testament from her bag; but before she began to read, Jinx called out to the woman, who was leaning out of the caravan talking to her husband.
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