“What’d Lafe say?” cut in Peggy.
“That you must just tell God about it––” Jinnie lifted a white, lovely face. “He’s everywhere—not away off,” she proceeded. “Talk to Him just like you would to Lafe or me.”
Mrs. Grandoken sunk lower in her chair.
“I wisht I’d learnt when Lafe was here. Now I dunno how.”
“But will you try?” Jinnie pleaded after a little.
“You know ’em better’n I do, Jinnie,” Peg muttered, dejectedly. “You ask if it’ll do any good.”
Jinnie cleared her throat, coughed, and murmured:
“Close your eyes, Bobbie.”
Bobbie shut his lids with a gulping sob, and so did Peg.
Then Jinnie began in a low, constrained voice: