Lafe uttered a quick little prayer as the door opened. His glance through the window had shown him Jinnie's pale face and her dark head drooping against Mr. King's shoulder. Theodore smiled as he entered, which instantly eased the fear in the cobbler's heart and he waited for the other man to speak.
"Jinnie had a fall," explained Mr. King, "so I drove her home."
He placed the girl in a chair. She was still holding the mangled cat in her arms.
"Is she much hurt?" questioned Lafe anxiously.
"No, Lafe, I'm not hurt a bit. Miss Merriweather took me for a little ride. I jumped out to get this kitty because she ran over 'im."
She displayed the quivering grey tiger cat.
"Jumped out of a fast-goin' car, honey!" chided Lafe. "That was some dangerous."
Jinnie's eyes were veiled with wonder.
"But I couldn't let him stay and get run over again, could I, Lafe?"
"No, darlin', of course you couldn't.... Are you pretty well broke up?"
Mr. King explained the accident as best he could, and after he departed Mrs. Grandoken came in with Bobbie clinging to her skirts. Then the story was repeated.
"Can't we do something for him, Peg?" pleaded Jinnie.
Peg knelt down and examined the animal as it lay on the floor. She would not have admitted for anything that she was disturbed because of Jinnie's fall. She only said: "'Twasn't your fault, miss, that you ain't almost dead yourself.... I'll get a dish with some water.... You need it as much as the cat."
It was Bobbie who brought from Peggy a fierce ejaculation. He was standing in the middle of the floor with fluttering hands, a woebegone expression on his upturned face.
"My stars're goin' out," he whimpered. "I want to touch my Jinnie."
"She ain't hurt much, kid," said Peg, hoarsely. "Don't be shakin' like a leaf, Bobbie! You'd think the girl was dead."
Jinnie called the boy to her.
"I'm here, honey," she soothed him, "and I'm all right. I got a little whack on the ground, that's all.... There, don't cry, dearie."
Peg looked down on them frowningly.
"You're both of you little fools," she muttered. "Get out of my way till I go to the kitchen, or I'll kick you out."
When Mrs. Grandoken brought the water, they worked over the cat for a long time, and at length Peg carried the poor little mangled body to the kitchen, Bobbie following her.
Jinnie sat down beside the cobbler on the bench.
"There's something I don't know, Jinnie," he said.
Fully and freely she told him all--all that had happened that day. She explained Molly's recognition of her and the terrors of the afternoon's ride.