“You got me, too, Bobbie,” Jinnie reminded him gently.
Bobbie acquiesced by a quick bend of his head, and Lafe grasped his hand. 115
“Now you’re a member of the ‘Happy in Spite’, Bob,” said he smiling. “This club is what I call a growin’ affair. Four members––”
“Everybody’s in,” burst forth Jinnie.
“Except Peggy,” sighed Lafe. “Some day something’ll bring her in, too.”
CHAPTER XVI
JINNIE’S EAR GETS A TWEAK
Bobbie had been at the Grandoken home scarcely a week before Jinnie again got into difficulty. One morning, wide-awake, beside the blind boy, she happened to glance toward the door. There stood Peg, her face distorted by rage, staring at her with terrible eyes. Jinnie sat up in a twinkling.