“Something happened?” he questioned, eyeing first one, then the other.
Molly looked down upon the girl, who was staring at Mr. King.
“I—I––” began Jinnie.
Molly made a short explanation.
“She jumped out of the car,” she said. “I was just telling her she might have been killed.”
“Jumped out of the car?” repeated Theodore, aghast.
“And we were going at a terrible rate,” Molly went on.
Her voice was toned with accusation, and Jinnie saw a reprimanding expression spread over the man’s face. She didn’t want him to think ill of her, yet she was not sorry she had jumped. He was kind and good; he would pity the hurt thing throbbing against her breast.
“We—we—ran over a cat––” she said wretchedly.
“A barn-cat,” cut in Molly.