“I can’t!” lamented Jinnie. “I’ve told you, Bobbie, the door’s locked.”
She could lovingly deceive him no longer.
How the little body trembled! How the fluttering hands sought her aid in vain!
“My stars’re all gone, Jinnie,” sobbed Bobbie. “My beautiful stars! I can’t see any of ’em if I try. I’m awful ’fraid, honey dear. It’s so dark.”
Jinnie tightened her arms about him, racking her brain for soothing words.
“But Lafe’s God is above the dark, Bobbie,” she whispered reverently. “We’ve got to believe it, dearie! God is back up there ... just up there.”
She took his slender forefinger and pointed upward.
“How does God look, Jinnie? Just how does he look?”
“I’ve never seen him,” admitted the girl, “but I think, Bobbie, I think he looks like Lafe. I know he smiles like him anyway.”
“I’m glad,” sighed the boy. “Then He’ll help us, won’t He? Lafe would if he could. If you say He will, He will, Jinnie!”