Morse’s “That’s good,” was closely followed by Molly’s curt question, “Where’d you go?”
“Just up the lake a ways. We took some picnic stuff––”
“And her fiddle, I suppose?” cut in Molly sarcastically.
“Of course. Jinnie’s not Jinnie without her fiddle.”
“She does play well,” admitted Jordan.
“More than well,” interpolated Theodore. “She plays divinely.”
Then again they fell into an oppressive silence.
Molly was so curious to know the events of the day she could scarcely control her impatience.
Suddenly Mr. King announced:
“I’m going to marry Jinnie Grandoken.”