“Oh, I never licked any of ’em,” Jinnie assured him. “I just wanted to find out, that’s all.”
“What’d you do when other kids beat the littler ones?” demanded the cobbler.
“Just shoved ’em down on the ground and set on ’em, damn ’em!” answered Jinnie.
Lafe raised his eyes slowly.
“I was wonderin’ if I dared give you a lesson, lass,” he began in a low voice.
“I wish you would,” replied Virginia, eagerly. “I’d love anything you’d tell me.”
“Well, I was wonderin’ if you knew it was wicked to swear?”
Like a shot came a pang through her breast. She had offended her friend.
“Wicked? Wicked?” she gasped. “You say it’s wicked to swear, cobbler?”
Lafe nodded. “Sure, awful wicked,” he affirmed.