“I’ll bet you can’t guess what kind of a bird ’twas, Lafe.”
Lafe shook his head. “I can’t lessen ’twas a robin,” said he.
Jinnie giggled.
“My, no! He was a heap bigger’n a robin. Guess again!”
Such chatter from Jinnie was unusual, especially of late, but Lafe bore it patiently.
“I can’t,” he sighed, shaking his head.
Jinnie clapped her hands.
“I knew you couldn’t! Well, Lafe, it was a—a––”
“Yes?” queried Lafe wearily, during her hesitation. “Well, Jinnie?”
“It was a great, big, beautiful white stork, Lafe, and he brought you a new Jew baby. What’d you think of that?”