"Let go my skirt! Get away, kid," she ordered Bobbie.
The boy dropped his hands reluctantly. He had hoped for another kiss.
"Peggy," said Lafe, "can I hold him? He seems so sad."
Mrs. Grandoken, consciously grim, placed the boy in her husband's lap.
"You see," philosophized Jinnie, when she and the blind child were with the cobbler, "if a blind kid hasn't any place to live, the girl who finds 'im has to bring him home! Huh, Lafe?"
Then she whispered in his ear, "Couldn't Bobbie join the 'Happy in Spite'?"
"Sure he can, lass; sure he can," assented Lafe.
Jinnie whirled back to the little boy.
"Bobbie, would you like to come in a club that'll make you happy as long's you live?"
The bright blind eyes of the boy flashed from Jinnie to the man, and he got to his feet tremulously. In his little mind, out of which daylight was shut, Jinnie's words presaged great joy. The girl took his hand and led him to the cobbler.
"You'll have to explain the club to 'im, Lafe," she said.
"Yes, 'splain it to me, Lafe dearie," purred Bobbie.
"It's just a club," began Lafe, "only good to keep a body happy. Now, me--well, I'm happy in spite a-havin' no legs; Jinnie there, she's happy in spite a-havin' no folks. Her and me's happy in spite a everything."
Bobbie stood alongside Lafe's bench, one busy set of fingers picking rhythmically at the cobbler's coat, the other having sought and found his hand.
"I want to be in the club, cobbler," he whispered.
Mr. Grandoken stooped and kissed the quivering face.
"An' you'll be happy in spite a havin' no eyes?" he questioned.
The little boy, pressing his cheek against the man's arm, cooed in delight.
"And happy in spite of not finding your mother right yet?" interjected Jinnie.
"Yes, yes, 'cause I am happy. I got my beautiful Peggy, ain't I? And don't she make me a hull lot of fine soup, and ain't I got Lafe, Happy Pete----"
"You got me, too, Bobbie," Jinnie reminded him gently.
Bobbie acquiesced by a quick bend of his head, and Lafe grasped his hand.
"Now you're a member of the 'Happy in Spite', Bob," said he smiling. "This club is what I call a growin' affair. Four members----"
"Everybody's in," burst forth Jinnie.
"Except Peggy," sighed Lafe. "Some day something'll bring her in, too."