A small, trustful smile appeared at the corners of Bobbie’s mouth.
“I know you do, Jinnie,” he agreed. “Tell it to me.”
Jinnie pressed her lips on his hair.
“And if I tell you, kiddie, you’ll not cry any more or worry Peggy?”
“I’ll be awful good, and not cry once,” promised the boy, settling himself expectantly.
“Now, then, listen hard!”
Accordingly, after a dramatic pause, to give stress to her next statement, she continued: 260
“There isn’t a death chair in the whole world can kill a cobbler.”
Bobbie braced himself against her and sat up. His blind eyes were roving over her with an expression of disbelief. Jinnie knew he was doubting her veracity, so she hurried on.
“Of course they got an electric chair that’ll kill other kinds of men,” she explained volubly, “but if you’ll believe me, Bobbie, no cobbler could ever sit in it.”