“Kiss me, both of you kids!” was all Lafe said.
CHAPTER XXX
WHAT THE FIDDLE TOLD THEODORE
Jinnie looked very sweet when she bade farewell to Peg and Lafe the next morning. Mr. King’s car was at the door, and the cobbler watched him as he stepped from it with a monosyllabic greeting to the girl and helped her to the seat next to his. Peggy, too, was craning her neck for a better view.
“They’re thick as thieves,” she said, with a dubious shake of her head.
“I guess he likes ’er,” chuckled Lafe. “To make a long story short, wife, a sight like that does my eyes good!”
Mrs. Grandoken shrugged her shoulders, growled deep in her throat, and opined they were all fools.
“An’ quit doin’ yourself proud, Lafe!” she grumbled. “You’re grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat. ’Tain’t nothin’ to your credit she’s goin’ to have the time of her life.”