“Peggy’s with us, Lafe––” Jinnie stopped and drew a long breath. “What’d you think? Oh—guess!”
“I couldn’t! Tell me, Jinnie! Don’t keep me waitin’ for good things.”
“Peggy’s in the ‘Happy in Spite’, and I’m learning her all the verses you taught me.”
Then Lafe’s head dropped on his hands and tears trickled through his fingers.
“I wish I could see her,” he groaned deeply.
“When she gets well, you can,” promised Jinnie, “and mebbe the baby.”
Lafe’s head was raised quickly and his eyes sparkled.
“I’d love to see ’em both,” was all he could stammer.
The girl thrust her fingers through the bars to him, and they stood thus, regarding each other in all confidence and faith, until Jinnie dropped his hand.
“Mr. King’s getting well,” she said softly.