It was the cobbler who spoke to Jinnie about it.
“I suppose you hain’t thought what you’re going to wear Sunday night?”
Jinnie whirled around upon him.
“Oh, Lafe!” she faltered, sitting down quickly.
“Peggy ’lowed you’d forgotten that part of it.”
“I did, Lafe; I did! Oh, I don’t know what to do!”
“I wisht I had somethin’ for you, Jinnie dear,” breathed Bobbie, touching her hand. 133
Jinnie’s only response was to put her fingers on the child’s head—her eyes still on the cobbler.
“What did Peggy say, Lafe?”
“Nothin’, only you couldn’t go in the clothes you got.”