“I want to know what’s the matter,” insisted Jinnie.
“You tell ’er, Peg. I just couldn’t,” whispered Lafe.
Mrs. Grandoken drew a deep breath and ground her teeth.
“You’ve got to go away, kid,” she began tersely, dropping into a chair.
Jinnie blanched in fright.
“My uncle!” she exclaimed, growing weak-kneed. 205
“No such thing,” snapped Peg. “You’re goin’ to a fine school an’ learn how to be a elegant young lady.”
“Who said so?” flashed Jinnie.
“Mr. King,” cut in Lafe.
Then Jinnie understood, and she laughed hysterically. For one blessed single moment her woman’s heart told her that Theodore would not be so eager for her welfare if he didn’t love her.