"Of course not," agreed Jinnie, nodding.
"So when Peg said she was goin' out," proceeded Lafe, gravely, "I says, thinkin' of the things I wanted to say to you, I said to Peggy, 'Take the little blind chap along with you, Peggy dear,' an' without a word she put the youngster into his clothes an' away they went."
Jinnie's curiosity was growing by the minute.
"And you're going to tell me now, Lafe?"
"An' now I'm goin' to tell you, Jinnie."
But he didn't tell her just then. Instead he sat looking at her with luminous eyes, and the expression in them--that heavenly expression--compelled Jinnie to kneel beside him, and for a little while they sat in silence.
"Dear child," Lafe murmured, dropping a tender hand on her shining head, "dear, dear girl!"
"It must be a joyful thing, Lafe, for your face shines as bright as Bobbie's stars."
"I'm blessed happy to-day!" he sighed, with twitching lips.
Jinnie took his hand in hers and smoothed it fondly.
"What is it, Lafe, dear?" she asked.
"Do you want to kneel while I tell you?" queried the cobbler.
"Yes, right here."
"Then look right at me, Jinnie lass!"
Jinnie was looking at him with her whole soul in her eyes.
"I'm looking at you, Lafe," she said.
"An' don't take your eyes from me; will you?"
"Sure not!"
It must be a great surprise for Lafe to act like this, thought the girl.
"Lassie," commenced Lafe, "I want you to be awful good to Peggy.... It's about her I'm goin' to speak."
Jinnie sank back on the tips of her toes.
"What about Peg? There isn't----"
"Dear Peggy," interrupted Lafe softly, his voice quick with tears, "dear, precious Peggy!" Then as he bent over Jinnie and Jinnie bent nearer him, Lafe placed his lips to her ear and whispered something.
She struggled to her feet, strange and unknown emotions rising in her eyes.
"Lafe!" she cried. "Lafe dear!"
"Yes," nodded the cobbler. "Yes, if you want to know the truth, the good God's goin' to send me an' Peg another little Jew baby."
Jinnie sat down in her chair quite dazed. Lafe's secret was much greater than she had expected! Much!
"Tell me about it," she pleaded.
Keen anxiety erased the cobbler's smiling expression.
"Poor Peggy!" he groaned again. "She can't see where the bread's comin' from to feed another mouth, but as I says, 'Peggy, you said the same thing when Jinnie came, an' the blind child, an' this little one's straight from God's own tender breast.'"
"That's so, Lafe," accorded Jinnie, "and, Oh, dearie, I'll work so hard, so awful hard to get in more wood, and tell me, tell me when, Lafe; when is he coming to us, the Jew baby?"