“Jinnie, girl, lass, you ain’t tellin’ me––”
“Yes, dear, he’s there, as big as life and twice as natural, Peg says.... Of course,” she rambled on, “the stork went away, but the Jew baby—to make a long story short, he’s with––”
“His ma, eh, dear?” interjected Lafe. “How’s Peg, honey?”
“Oh, she’s fine,” replied Jinnie, “and I’ve a lot to tell you, dearest.”
“Begin,” commanded Lafe, with wide, bright eyes.
Jinnie commenced by telling how lovely the baby was. Of course she didn’t rehearse Peg’s suffering. It wouldn’t do any good. 270
“And the baby looks like you, Lafe,” she observed.
“Does he really?” gasped Lafe, trying to smile.
“He’s got your Jew look ’round his nose,” added Jinnie gravely. “You wanted him to look like you, didn’t you, Lafe?”
“Sure, Jinnie. And now about Peggy? Tell me about Peggy.”