“Sure,” he concurred. “‘Now I lay me’ and ‘Our Father which art in Heaven.’... I know them, Jinnie.”
“Then sit upon the divan again and say them over and over, and pray for Lafe, and that you’ll get out of here and be happy. You mustn’t tell Mr. Morse if he comes, but I’m going to try to get you out of the window.” 321
As she stood in the gathering gloom and peered into the water below, Jinnie could hear the child lisping his small petitions.
At that moment a new faith came for herself. Lafe’s angels would save her, too, from Jordan Morse’s revenge.
At ten-thirty the next morning Morse came. With trepidation Jinnie heard him open the door. He was extremely nervous and stayed only a few moments.
“I’ve got to be in court at eleven,” he explained, “and I’ll come for you both about ten this evening. Be ready, you and the boy, and remember what I told you!”
When they were alone once more, she sat down beside the blind child and placed her arm around him.
“Bobbie, will you do exactly what I tell you?”
“Sure,” responded Bobbie, cheerfully. “Are we goin’ home?”
Without answering him, Jinnie said: