Bobbie had Happy Pete in his arms when he heard strange footsteps walking down the short flight of steps. He lifted his head as he heard a voice speak his name.
“Bobbie,” it said softly. “Are you Bobbie?”
“Yes,” replied the boy tremblingly.
The soft voice spoke again. “Do you want to see Jinnie?”
Bobbie clutched Happy Pete with one arm and struggled up, holding out a set of slender fingers that shook like small reeds in a storm.
“Yes, I want to see ’er,” he breathed. “Do you know where she is?”
“If you’ll come along with me, I’ll take you to her. Bring the dog if you like.”
“I want to see her to-day,” stated Bobbie. 295
Jordan Morse took Bobbie’s hand in his.
“Come on then, and don’t make a noise,” cautioned the man. “Put down the dog; he’ll follow you.”