“That’s nice,” sighed the girl in relief.
“Shut up now an’ go to sleep! Lafe’s got enough cash to last a month.”
And as the white lids drooped over the violet eyes, Peg Grandoken’s guardian angel registered another lie to her credit in the life-book of her Heavenly Father.
CHAPTER XIII
WHAT JINNIE FOUND ON THE HILL
The days rolled on and on, and the first warm impulses of spring brought Jinnie, pale and thin, back to Lafe’s side.
She was growing so strong that days when the weather permitted, Peg put a wrap on her, telling her to breathe some color into her cheeks.
For a long time Jinnie was willing to remain quietly on the hut steps where she could see the cobbler whacking away on the torn footwear. She knew that if she looked long enough, he would glance up and smile the smile which always warmed the cockles of her loving heart.