As if by its own volition the cobbler’s hammer stayed itself in the air.
“No,” he smiled, “just when she acts the worst is when she’s likely to do her best ... I’ve knowed Peggy this many a year.” 58
“She was a wee little bit cross to me,” commented the girl.
“Was she? I didn’t hear anything she said.”
“I’ll tell you, then, Mr. Lafe,” said Virginia. “When I was standing by the fire warming my hands, she come bustling out and looked awful mad. She said something about folks keeping their girls to home.”
“Well, what after that?” asked the cobbler, as Jinnie hesitated.
“She said she could see me eating my head off, and as long as I had to hide from my uncle, I wouldn’t be able to earn my salt.”
“Well, that’s right,” affirmed the cobbler, wagging his head. “You got to keep low for a while. Your Uncle Morse knows a lot of folks in this town.”
“But they don’t know me,” said Virginia.
“That’s good,” remarked Lafe.