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With all my love, It was not strange that she crushed the paper between her fingers. "You needn't destroy my letter," Molly said mockingly, thrusting forth her hand. "Give it to me." She took it from Jinnie's shaking hand and, smoothing it out, replaced it in her pocket book. "I wouldn't have come but for your own good," she said, looking up. "Mr. Morse told me you had an idea that Mr.
They were notes from Jinnie's fiddle, and for a moment, as they sobbed out through the attic window, he leaned back against the wet fence, feeling almost faint. The wild, sweet, unearthly melody surged over him with memories of the past. Then he passed under the thrashing pines, mounted the broken steps, and entered the house.
The contrast between these and the shaking black dog, with his smudge of tangled hair hanging over his eyes, shocked Jinnie's artistic sense. "If if you say he's beautiful, then he is," she stammered almost inaudibly. "Of course he is! What's your name?" "Jinnie. Jinnie Grandoken... What's yours?" "Blind Bobbie, or sometimes just Bobbie."
This reasoning being unanswerable, Maudlin turned grumblingly away. Jinnie's heart beat loudly with living hope. Perhaps the little dog wasn't dead. Oh, how she hoped he'd live! She stopped half way home, and pushed aside her jacket and peeped down at him. He was still quite limp, and the girl hurried on. She did not even wait to buy the meat nor the bread Peg had asked her to bring in.
Before Lafe's mental vision rose Jinnie's lovely face, her parted lips and self-assured smile. "But where'd she get it? It must belong to some 'un." Mrs. Grandoken shook her head. "I dunno. It's a boy. He was with a woman a bad 'un, I gather. She beat 'im until the little feller ran away to find his own folks, he says and Jinnie brought 'im home here. She says she's goin' to keep 'im."
I told you she would. God's good, child, and we've all got Him in us alike." And that night, as the air waxed colder and colder, Virginia Singleton, daughter of the rich, slept her tired sleep amid the fighters of the world. The fifth day of Jinnie's stay in the cobbler's home crept out of the cold night accompanied by the worst blizzard ever known along the lake.
It was hard at first, because her mind had never reached the point of speaking aloud her passionate love for him, but Theodore heard the halting words, and droned them over to himself, as a music lover delights in his favorite strains. "And you love me well enough to marry me some day?" he murmured. Marry him! This, too, was a new thought. Jinnie's heart fluttered like a bird in her breast.
"I brought him," went on Morse, "because I don't just like your manner. I brought him as a lever to move you with, miss." Then he left hurriedly, something unknown within him stirring with life. He decided afterward it was the sight of the blind child's golden head pressed against Jinnie's breast that had so upset him.
Limp was no word for Bobbie's body. He was dreadfully tired. His heart thumped under Jinnie's arms like a battering-ram. "Bobbie, don't breathe that way, don't!" she entreated. "I can't help it, honey! my side hurts," he whispered. "But I'll go where you take me, Jinnie dear." The girl turned him carefully around the sharp ledge corner, and they went on again.
"She wasn't ready and asked me to bring you first. I think she's preparing a surprise for Mr. King." Jinnie's tender little heart warmed toward Molly the Merry. Just then she had untold gratitude for the woman who was allowing her to take Theodore something with her own hands. Oh, what joy! She smiled back at the speaker as he moved toward the door.
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