“I don’t know what a Jew is either,” confessed Jinnie.
Lafe groped for words to explain his meaning.
“A Jew,” he ventured presently, “is one of God’s––chosen––folks. I mean one of them chose by Him to believe.”
“Believe what?”
“All that God said would be,” explained Lafe, reverently.
“And you believe it, cobbler?” 63
“Sure, kid; sure.”
The shoemaker saw a question mirrored in the depths of the violet eyes.
“And thinking that way makes you happy, eh, Mr. Lafe? Does it make you smile the way you do at girls without homes?”
As she put this question sincerely to him, Jinnie reminded the cobbler of a beautiful flower lifting its proud head to the sun. In his experience with young people, he had never seen a girl like this one.