“Well, then, why can’t I go out and work?”
Lafe paused and looked over his spectacles.
“Peggy says, ‘Every hand should do its share’,” he quoted.
Jinnie winced miserably. She picked up several nails 75 from the floor. It was a pretext for an activity to cover her embarrassment.
The cobbler allowed her to busy herself a while in this way. Then he said:
“Sit in the chair an’ wrap up in the blankets, Jinnie. I want to talk with you.”
She did as she was bidden, sitting quietly until the man chose to speak.
“I guess you’re beginnin’ to believe,” said he, at length, “an’ if you do, a world full of uncles couldn’t hurt you. Peg says as how you got to work if you stay, an’ if you have the faith––”
Jinnie rose tremblingly.
“I know I’ll be all right,” she cried. “I just know you and me believing would keep me safe.”