“Why, my dear child!” he exclaimed. “I’d completely forgotten to leave the money for the wood, and you’ve been bringing it every day.”
“Peggy made the dollar go a long ways—that and Lafe’s money. We didn’t need any till to-day.... So—so I asked for you.”
“I’m glad you did,” responded King, counting and giving her the money.
Then his glance fell upon the bulging shortwood strap.
“I’m afraid you carry too much at a time,” he admonished, gravely. “You mustn’t do that.”
Jinnie dropped her eyes.
“I was talking to my uncle about it,” she explained embarrassedly, “and he thought same’s I, that you were paying too much for that little wood. I’m goin’ to bring more after this.”
“I’m satisfied, though, and I can’t have you hurting yourself by being too strenuously honest.... I might—yes, I will! I’ll send for you every day or every other––”
Jinnie’s eyes lighted up with happiness.
“Oh, sir,––” she began entreatingly.