Bobbie began to tremble.
“I got to go away from here ... eh?”
“Mercy, no!” laughed Jinnie. “Milly Ann’s got a lot of new babies.”
Bobbie gave a delighted squeal.
“Now I’ll have something else to love, won’t I?” he gurgled.
Jinnie hoped so! But she hadn’t yet received Peg’s consent to keep the family, so when the little boy was dressed and she had combed her hair and dressed herself, they went into the shop, where the cobbler met them with a smile.
“Peg’s mad,” Jinnie observed with a comprehensive glance at Mr. Grandoken.
“Quite so,” replied Lafe, grinning over the bowl of his pipe. “She had frost on her face a inch thick when she discovered them cats. I thought she’d hop right out of the window.”
“She says I must throw ’em away,” ventured Jinnie.
“Cluck! Cluck!” struck Lafe’s tongue against the roof of his mouth, and he smiled. Jinnie loved that cluck. It put her in mind of the Mottville mother hens scratching for their chickens.