“Yes. I’ll detain her only a moment.”
Bobbie got up from the floor where he was playing soldiers with tacks and nails.
“Boy’ll call Jinnie,” said he, moving forward.
The two men watched the slender blind child feel his way to the door.
“Bobbie loves to take a part in things,” explained Lafe. “Poor little fellow!”
“Is he hopelessly blind?” asked Theodore.
“Yes, yes,” and Lafe sighed. “I sent him once by Peg to ask a big eye specialist. He’s a good little shaver, but his heart’s awful weak. You wouldn’t think he’s almost eleven, would you?”
Theodore shook his head, shocked.
“It isn’t possible!” he exclaimed.
“He ain’t growed much since he come here over two years ago. Jinnie can carry him in one arm.”