"He's dead," she mourned. "My little Bobbie! Poor little hurt Bobbie!"
Molly made a passionate gesture with her gloved hands.
"Don't, please don't say those things! I'm so miserable I can't think of him. I only wanted to know how you got him."
"I just found him," stated Jinnie. Then, because Molly looked so white, she forgot the anguish the woman had caused her, and rehearsed the story of Bobbie's life from the time she had discovered him on the hill.
"I guess he was always unhappy till he came to us."
"And I helped to hurt him," cried Molly, shivering.
"But you didn't know he was yours," soothed Jinnie.
The woman shook her head.
"No, of course I didn't know," she replied, and then went on rapidly: "I was so young when I married your uncle, I didn't know anything. When I lost my baby, I knew no way to search for him."
"Won't you sit down?" Jinnie had forgotten that they were both standing. "Sit in that little rocker; it's Bobbie's," she finished.
Molly looked at the little chair and turned away.
"Lafe bought it for him," Jinnie explained eagerly. "He was too sick with his heart to get around much like other boys."
Miss Merriweather wrung her hands.
"Don't tell me any more," she begged piteously. "He's dead and nothing can help him now. I've--something else to say to you." Jinnie wiped her eyes.
"Mr. King is quite well now, and----"
"Oh, I'm glad!" cried Jinnie. "Does he--he ever speak of me?"
Molly shook her head mutely.
"I don't want him to see you!" she cried, her eyes growing hard and bright.
"Why?" Jinnie said the one word in bewilderment.
"He doesn't know yet what Jordan and I did to you, nor about--about--Bobbie. I don't want him to, either, just yet. I fear if he does, he won't care for me."
Jinnie's eyes drew down at the corners.
"Of course he wouldn't if he knew," she said, with tightly gripped fingers.
Molly paid no heed to this, but went on rapidly: "Well, first, you don't love him as I do----"
"I love him very much," interjected Jinnie, "and he used to love me."
The woman's lips drew linelike over her teeth.
"But you see he doesn't any longer," she got out, "and if you go away----"
"Go away?" gasped Jinnie.
"Yes, from Bellaire. You won't stay here, now that you're rich." She threw a contemptuous glance about the shop. Jinnie caught the inflection of the cutting voice and noted the expression in the dark eyes.
"I'll stay wherever Lafe and Peggy are," she said stubbornly.
"Perhaps, but that doesn't say you're going to live in this street all your life.... I want you to go back to Mottville."