“Yes, I remember, Lafe.”
“An’ how good Peggy was––”
“Oh, how good Peggy always is!” interjected Jinnie.
“Yes,” breathed Lafe, dreamily. “May God bless my woman in all her trials!”
Jinnie hitched her chair nearer his and slipped her arm about his neck soothingly.
“She doesn’t have trials you don’t share, Lafe,” she declared.
Lafe straightened up.
“Yes, Peg has many, lassie, I can’t help ’er with, an’ she’ll have a many more. To get to tell you something, Jinnie, I asked Peg to take Bobbie out with ’er. We can’t turn the little feller from the club room when he ain’t out with Peg; can we, Jinnie?”
“Of course not,” agreed Jinnie, nodding.
“So when Peg said she was goin’ out,” proceeded Lafe, gravely, “I says, thinkin’ of the things I wanted to say 147 to you, I said to Peggy, ‘Take the little blind chap along with you, Peggy dear,’ an’ without a word she put the youngster into his clothes an’ away they went.”