Now for a few days Theodore King had had in mind a plan which, as he contemplated it, gave him great delight. He had decided to send Jinnie Grandoken away to school, to a school where she would learn the many things he considered necessary.
So one morning at Jinnie’s lesson hour he appeared at the cobbler’s shop and was received by Lafe with his usual grave smile.
“Jinnie’s at the master’s,” said Mr. Grandoken, excusing the girl’s absence.
“Yes, I know. The fact is, I wanted to talk with you and Mrs. Grandoken.”
Lafe looked at him critically.
“Bobsie,” said he to the blind boy, “call Peggy, will you?”
When the woman and child came in hand in hand, Peggy bowed awkwardly to Mr. King. Somehow, when this young man appeared with his aristocratic manner and his genial, friendly advances, she was always embarrassed.
Theodore cleared his throat.
“For some time,” he began, “I’ve had in mind a little plan for Miss Jinnie, and I do hope you’ll concur with me in it.”
He glanced from the cobbler to his wife, and Lafe replied, 202