“Oh, don’t, please,” she protested. “It’s only Milly and––”
“Milly and what?” quizzically came the question.
“Her kitties—see?”
She drew aside the towel and exposed the sleeping family.
A broad smile lit up the man’s face.
“Oh, cats! I see! Where’re you taking them?”
“Ah, Bellaire; that’s where I’m going. We’ll have a nice ride together, almost two hours.”
“I’m glad.” Jinnie leaned back, sighing contentedly.
In those few minutes she had grown to have great faith in this stranger, the third of the puzzling trio that had come into her life that night. First her father, then the man with Molly the Merry, and now this brilliant new friend, who quite took away her breath as she peeped up at him. His smile seemed to be ever ready. It warmed her and made her glow with friendliness. She liked, too, the deep tones in his voice and the sight of his strong hands as they gestured during his speeches.