Jinnie sank back into the chair.
“Oh, I couldn’t ever go there!” she cut in swiftly. “But I can’t tell you why.”
“Don’t you want me to help you?”
Jinnie shook her head doubtfully.
“It wouldn’t help any, taking me away from Peggy. I’d rather you’d do something for Lafe. Help him get out of prison. Will you?”
“I’m not interested in him,” said Molly. “But I am in you––” 279
“Why?” blurted Jinnie.
Molly colored.
“One can’t explain an interest like mine. But I’d go back to Mottville with you, and help you with your––”
Jinnie shook her head violently.