“You feel the same way as I do, honey,” he observed. “The very same way!... Why, girlie, when Peg first told me I thought I’d get up and fly!”
“I should think so, but—but—I want to know how soon, Lafe, dear.”
“Oh, it’s a long time, a whole lot of weeks!”
“I wish it was to-morrow,” lamented Jinnie, disappointedly. “I wonder if Peg’ll let me hug and kiss him.”
“Sure,” promised Lafe, and they lapsed into silence.
At length, Jinnie stole to the kitchen. She returned with her violin box and Milly Ann in her arms. 149
“Hold the kitty, darling,” she said softly, placing the cat on his lap. “She’ll be happy, too. Milly Ann loves us all, Milly Ann does.”
Then she took out the fiddle and thrummed the strings.
“I’m going to play for you,” she resumed, “while you think about Peggy and the—and—the baby.”
The cobbler nodded his head, and wheeled himself a bit nearer the window, from where he could see the hill rise upward to the blue, making a skyline of exquisite beauty.