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The boy noticed she could scarcely button his jacket. "What's the matter, Jinnie dear?" he whispered. Jinnie was just slipping on his cap as he spoke. She bent and kissed him passionately. "Nothing, honey, only Jinnie's happy, very happy." "I'm so glad," sighed Bobbie, with a smiling wag. "I'm happy too. Let's go on the hill, and take Petey." "It'd be lovely, dear," replied the girl.
Molly racked her brain during the few seconds before she spoke again to bring to mind when Theodore had been absent from home out of business hours. "He's a very nice man," she remarked disinterestedly. Jinnie's gratitude burst forth in youthful impetuosity. "He's more'n nice, he's the best man in the world." "Yes, he is," murmured Molly. "Theo I mean Mr. King," stammered Jinnie.
Jinnie gave a frightened little cry, but the woman did not heed her. The motor sped along at a terrific rate, and there just ahead Jinnie spied a lean barn-cat, crossing the road. She screamed again in terror. Still Molly sped on, driving the car straight over the thin, gaunt animal. Jinnie's heart leapt into her mouth.
What difference would his having friends make to her? Oh, yes, they wanted more wood. How gladly she would get it for him; search all day for the driest pieces if he needed them! "I was wondering," proceeded Mr. King, "if you would come here with your violin and play for for us?" Jinnie's knees relaxed and she staggered back against the wall. "You musn't feel embarrassed about it," he hurried on.
Until that moment the cobbler's wife had seemed outside the charm of the beloved home circle. But to-day, ah, to-day! Jinnie's bow raced over the strings like a mad thing. To-day Peggy Grandoken became in the girl's eyes a glorified woman, a woman set apart by God Himself to bring to the home a new baby. Jinnie played and played and played, and Theodore in spirit-fancy stood beside her.
"I'd be very much indebted to you if you thought you could." Tears were so perilously near Jinnie's lids that some of them rolled into her throat. To regain her self-possession enough to speak, she swallowed several times in rapid succession. Such a compliment she'd never been paid before. She brought her hands together appealingly, and Mr. King noticed that his request had heightened her color.
Jordan Morse mentally congratulated himself that he had struck the right nail on the head the very first whack. To gain possession of Jinnie's money meant finding his boy, and that was the dearest wish of his heart. "You might tell me about it," he reiterated slowly. "I ought to be able to help you." "Naw, you can't!" scoffed Maudlin.
"I waited 'most two hours for the lawyer, an' when he come, I begged harder'n anything, but it didn't do no good. He says I can't see my man for a long time. I guess they're tryin' to make him confess he killed Maudlin." Jinnie's hand clutched frantically at the other's arm. Both women had forgotten the presence of the blind child. "He wouldn't do that," cried Jinnie, panic-stricken.
A look of desperation clouded the fair young face, and the cobbler, looking at the slender girlish figure, and thinking the while of Maudlin Bates, suddenly put out his hand. "Come here, lassie," he said. Another flame of color mounted to Jinnie's tousled hair. With hanging head, she pushed Milly Ann from her lap and walked to the cobbler's side. "What did Maudlin say to you?" he demanded.
She would make him doubt Jinnie's love for him, even if she lied to him. "Of course I knew you cared for her," she said slowly. "Yes, I made that clear, I think," said Theo, "and she cares for me. I told you I asked her to marry me." He laid stress on the latter half of his statement because of a certain emphasis in Molly's. "I don't like to hurt you while you're ill," she ventured.
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