“Where are your own people?” she demanded, when they were on the road leading to the country.
Jinnie glanced up. “Dead!” she answered.
“And the cobbler, Mr. Grandoken, is he your father’s or mother’s brother?”
Jinnie pondered a moment, undecided how to answer.
“Why, you see it’s like this––”
Molly lessened the speed. Turning squarely around, she looked keenly at the scarlet, lovely face.
“Why are you blushing?” she queried.
Then like a flash she remembered. What a silly fool she had been! Jordan Morse would give his eyes almost to locate this girl.
“I remember now who you are,” she said, taking a long breath. “You’re Virginia Singleton.”
Jinnie touched her arm appealingly.