“Let go my skirt! Get away, kid,” she ordered Bobbie.
The boy dropped his hands reluctantly. He had hoped for another kiss.
“Peggy,” said Lafe, “can I hold him? He seems so sad.”
Mrs. Grandoken, consciously grim, placed the boy in her husband’s lap.
“You see,” philosophized Jinnie, when she and the blind child were with the cobbler, “if a blind kid hasn’t any place to live, the girl who finds ’im has to bring him home! Huh, Lafe?” 114
Then she whispered in his ear, “Couldn’t Bobbie join the ‘Happy in Spite’?”
“Sure he can, lass; sure he can,” assented Lafe.
Jinnie whirled back to the little boy.
“Bobbie, would you like to come in a club that’ll make you happy as long’s you live?”
The bright blind eyes of the boy flashed from Jinnie to the man, and he got to his feet tremulously. In his little mind, out of which daylight was shut, Jinnie’s words presaged great joy. The girl took his hand and led him to the cobbler.