"I didn't think about that," murmured Jinnie, closing her eyes.
"No, I suppose not. Your heart's too tender to let anything be abused.... Is the cat dead?"
Jinnie pulled aside her jacket.
"No, but he's breathing awful hard. It hurts him to try to live. I want to get home quick so Peggy can do something for him."
"I'll hurry, then," replied Mr. King, and when he saw Lafe's face in the window, he again addressed her: "You'd better try to smile a little, Miss Jinnie, or your uncle'll be frightened."
Jinnie roused herself, but she was so weak when she tried to walk that Theodore picked her up in his arms and carried her into the shop.