“Well, he didn’t say just now, but his eyes asked it, and, Peg, I was wondering if I couldn’t take the little kid up to the jail.”
Peggy shook her head.
“They wouldn’t let you in with ’im,” she objected.
Jinnie thought a long time. Presently she laughed a little, chuckling laugh.
“I know how to get him in there!”
“How?” asked Peggy, incredulously.
“Why, everybody knows I’ve been a shortwood girl. I’ll roll him up in a bundle––”
Peg’s hand sought the little body under the covers protectingly.
“Oh, I won’t hurt him, Peg,” assured Jinnie. “We’ll wrap him up the first fine day! You can do it yourself, dear.”
One week later Jinnie went slowly up the incline that led to the prison. On her back was a shortwood strap filled with brush and small twigs.