“I wouldn’t go there for anything in the world,” she interjected.
“I can’t understand why not!”
“Well, first I couldn’t, and I won’t.... Then Peggy needs me in Paradise Road, and there’s the baby and Bobbie.”
“Who’s Bobbie?”
“Our little kid,” replied Jinnie, smiling sweetly.
She did not think it necessary to explain that she had found Bobbie in the woods. He was as much one of them as Lafe’s baby or herself. Neither did she speak of the boy’s pitiful condition.
In spite of Jinnie’s absolute refusal, Molly went on:
“But you don’t understand. You’ve got your own life to think of!”
Jinnie burst in with what she thought was a clinching triumph.
“I take lessons on my fiddle every day. Some time I hope––”