Jinnie pulled aside her jacket.
“No, but he’s breathing awful hard. It hurts him to try to live. I want to get home quick so Peggy can do something for him.”
“I’ll hurry, then,” replied Mr. King, and when he saw Lafe’s face in the window, he again addressed her:
“You’d better try to smile a little, Miss Jinnie, or your uncle’ll be frightened.”
Jinnie roused herself, but she was so weak when she tried to walk that Theodore picked her up in his arms and carried her into the shop.
CHAPTER XXIII
NOBODY’S CAT
Lafe uttered a quick little prayer as the door opened. His glance through the window had shown him Jinnie’s pale face and her dark head drooping against Mr. King’s shoulder. Theodore smiled as he entered, which instantly eased the fear in the cobbler’s heart and he waited for the other man to speak.