Virginia took a long breath.
“I didn’t know it,” she murmured. “Father said it wasn’t polite, but that’s nothing. How is it wicked, cobbler?”
Lafe put two nails into position in the leather sole and drove them deep; then he laid down the hammer again.
“You remember my tellin’ you this morning of the man with angels, white angels, hoverin’ about the earth helpin’ folks?” 68
“Yes,” answered Virginia.
“Well, He said it was wicked.”
An awe-stricken glance fell upon the speaker.
“Did He tell you so, Lafe?”
“Yes,” said Lafe. “It ain’t a question of politeness at all, but just bein’ downright wicked. See, kid?”
“Yes, cobbler, I do now,” Jinnie answered, hanging her head. “Nobody but Matty ever told me nothing before. I guess she didn’t know much about angels, though.”