“I hope she’ll think favorably of my idea, then,” said he, “and to-morrow I’ll see her and make some final arrangements.”
After he had gone, Peggy and Lafe sat for a long time without a word.
“Go to the kitchen, Bobbie,” said Mrs. Grandoken presently, “and give Happy Pete a bit of meat.”
The boy paused in his stumbling way to the kitchen. 204
“I don’t want my Jinnie to go away,” he mumbled.
When the door closed on the blind child, Peggy shook her shoulders disdainfully.
“She’ll go, of course,” she sneered.
“An’ we can’t blame ’er if she does, Peg,” answered Lafe sadly. “She’s young yet, an’ such a chance ain’t comin’ every day.”
The woman got heavily to her feet.
“I hate ’er, but the house’s dead when she ain’t in it,” and she went rapidly into the other room.