Bobbie pushed the kitten from his lap. He crept to the cobbler's side slowly. Then, as he leaned his golden head against his friend, Lafe's arm fell about him. "Tell me, laddie," insisted Mr. Grandoken. "My stars're all gone out," faltered the boy sadly. "What made 'em go out, Bob?... Can you tell?" "Yes," blubbered Bobbie. "I guess Jinnie's sick, that's what's the matter." "Sick?" asked Lafe, in a startled voice. "Who said so?... Did she?" Bobbie shook his head. "No, but I know!... She cried last night, and other nights too." Lafe considered a moment. "I'm glad you told me, Bob," he said, knocking the ashes from his pipe. Jinnie left the master's home with lagging footsteps. The idea of going away to school had not appealed to her, but never in all her life had she been so tempted to do anything as to go with Theodore for one blessed day in the country--but a whole day from home could not be thought of. The cobbler saw her crossing the tracks, and after the daily salute, she came on with bent head. He watched her closely during the evening meal and gave Bobbie credit for discovering the truth. After Peg had wheeled him back to the shop and he was alone with Jinnie, Lafe called her to him. "Bring the stool," said he, "an' sit here." Languidly she sank down, resting against him. She was very tired besides being very unhappy. Lafe placed two fingers under her chin, lifting her face to his. Her eyes were full of tears, and she no longer tried to conceal her suffering. The cobbler remained quiet while she cried softly. At last: "It's Maudlin Bates, ain't it, darlin'?" he asked. "No, Lafe." "Can't you tell your friend what 'tis?" "I guess I'm crying because I'm foolish, dear," she replied. "No, that's not true, Jinnie. I feel as bad seeing you cry's if 'twas Peggy." This was a compliment, and Jinnie tried to sit up bravely, but a friendly hand held her close. "Just begin, an' the rest'll come easy," Lafe insisted. Jinnie's tongue refused to talk, and of a sudden she grew ashamed and dropped her scarlet face. "I don't believe I can tell it, Lafe dear," she got out. "Something about a man?" Jinnie nodded. "Then I got to know! Tell me!" he directed. His insistence drew forth a tearful confession. "Before Mr. King spoke about the school, he asked me to go a day in the country with my fiddle, and I couldn't." After the telling, she caught her breath and hid her face. "Why?" Lafe demanded. "Why couldn't you?" Jinnie raised startled eyes to the cobbler's for the better part of a minute. What did he mean? Was it possible---- "I thought you wouldn't let me----" "You didn't ask me, did you, Jinnie?" "No, because--because----" "Because why?" Lafe intended to get at the root of the matter. "Too long from the shop! Bobbie needs me," replied Jinnie. "I don't think so, child.... The kid'd be all right with me and Peg." "Lafe?" cried Jinnie, standing up and throwing her arms around him.