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"I don't lie," he growled. "You think because you can scrape on a fiddle you're better'n other folks. Pa an' me'll show you you ain't." "You and your pa don't know everything," answered Jinnie, wrathfully. "We know 'nough to see what King's doin' all right." He made a dive at the girl and laid a rough hand on the shortwood strap. "Here! Gimme that wood if you're too lazy to carry it."
She was glad of that, for she wanted him to smile, to be "Happy in Spite." She called his name and he turned, wheeling toward her. "I hoped you'd be comin'," he said, smiling gravely. Then noting the shortwood, he exclaimed, "Have you had to go to work again, lass?" "Just for to-day," and Jinnie displayed her white teeth in a broad smile.
With one mighty effort, she dragged her face from the brown, hard hand and screamed at the top of her lungs. Theodore King swung his car around into Paradise Road with busy thoughts. He had decided to go himself that morning to bring the little fiddler back to his home with the shortwood. He had a plan for Jinnie.
"Jordan Morse.... Just wait a minute. I want to talk to you." Down came the shortwood strap on the ground. Maudlin scented something interesting. "I got to sell my wood," he repeated, surly-toned. However, he nodded his head when Jordan explained that it might be to his advantage to tarry a while. "I'll pay you for your time," agreed Morse eagerly.
At variance with her statement that the dog might as well be thrown out, she laid him in the hot water, rubbing the bruised body from the top of its head to the small stubby tail. During this process Lafe had unfastened Jinnie's shortwood strap, and the girl, free, dropped upon the floor beside Peg. Suddenly the submerged body of the pup began to move. "He's alive, Peg!" cried Jinnie.
"I'd love to do it," she whispered gratefully. "Then I'd have a lot of time to to fiddle." Mr. King's hand slipped into his pocket. "I'll pay you fifty cents for to-day's wood," he decided, "and fifty for what you're going to bring to-morrow. Is that satisfactory?" As if in a dream, Jinnie tumbled out the contents of the shortwood strap. As she took the money from Mr.
The man's offer sifted through Jinnie's tired brain and stimulated her to quicker action. She turned again, shifting the weight more squarely on her shoulders, her feet keeping perfect time with the shrill, whistling tune. "Faster! Faster!" taunted Maudlin. "Earn your meat, girl! Don't be a piker!" Faster and faster whirled Jinnie, the heft of the shortwood carrying her about in great circles.
Jinnie's little form was huddled against the counter, the shortwood scattered around her, and from her forehead blood was oozing. On the slender arm was the ring of sausage and between her set teeth was Lafe's pale rose. With her outraged soul shining in her eyes, Peggy gathered the unconscious girl in her two strong arms.
"I'd completely forgotten to leave the money for the wood, and you've been bringing it every day." "Peggy made the dollar go a long ways that and Lafe's money. We didn't need any till to-day.... So so I asked for you." "I'm glad you did," responded King, counting and giving her the money. Then his glance fell upon the bulging shortwood strap.
"Lafe," Jinnie said tenderly, drawing the baby away, "I knew you wanted to see him; didn't you?" Lafe nodded. "An' I'll never be able to thank you for this, Jinnie.... Let me kiss him once more.... Oh, ain't he beautiful?" Just before the girl wrapped the boy again in the shortwood, she suggested,
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