“I thought you always fiddled in the afternoon,” she queried.
“I do generally,” acquiesced Jinnie, “but—to-day––”
“Well, go ’long,” said Peg, not very graciously. “I’m goin’ over to Miss Bates’ a while. Maudlin come by just now, an’ said would I come over.... Get back early!”
Jinnie dressed Bobbie with trembling fingers. The boy noticed she could scarcely button his jacket.
“What’s the matter, Jinnie dear?” he whispered.
Jinnie was just slipping on his cap as he spoke. She bent and kissed him passionately.
“Nothing, honey, only Jinnie’s happy, very happy.”
“I’m so glad,” sighed Bobbie, with a smiling wag. “I’m happy too. Let’s go on the hill, and take Petey.”
“It’d be lovely, dear,” replied the girl.
A few minutes later, with the little dog at their heels, they were wending their way up the board walk to the hill.