“No, I suppose not,” acceded Jinnie shyly. 164
She connected Molly the Merry with all that was good. She remembered the woman’s kindly smiles so long ago in Mottville, and—that she was a friend of Theodore King. She was startled, however, after they had ridden in silence a while, when the woman pronounced his name.
“Have you seen Mr. King lately?”
Jinnie shook her head.
“I guess it’s three days,” she answered, low-voiced.
Three days! Molly racked her brain during the few seconds before she spoke again to bring to mind when Theodore had been absent from home out of business hours.
“He’s a very nice man,” she remarked disinterestedly.
Jinnie’s gratitude burst forth in youthful impetuosity.
“He’s more’n nice,—he’s the best man in the world.”
“Yes, he is,” murmured Molly.